Friday, July 27, 2018

'tis the night before Full Moon

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Late winter, the night before Full Moon, it’s 2.41am,
the sky’s as brightly lit as by the sun, at noon, mid-Summer,
only the brightest of bright stars grace this time with the moon
and when the wind doesn’t rattle the leaves in the trees
carrying with it the salty air from the ocean,
the waves reach for me, crash through me,
before the night drifts back into silence
and fluffy white clouds drift across a cold, lonely sky
to the clicking, it’s the rain song, of those tiny little frogs…


  1. Happy full moon coming up shortly, friend Shadow. Love, cat.

  2. Those tiny little frogs voices can really carry in the night air... (and I love hearing them in the wet land behind my house) Lovely summer poem...

    peace and love

  3. Shadow...I must admit that I don't get poetry. I was never a big fan. Perhaps because my life was chaos, I wanted things around me to be perfectly clear and well explained. That being said, your words make me feel things even though I don't always know what you mean by them. Maybe you can teach on old dog new tricks.

  4. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay oh boy i didnt no the ful moon wuz coming up!!! i hav to go praktiss my howling!!! ok bye

  5. This makes me want to go camping under a full moon!!

  6. Un bellissimo momento,
    complimenti per il testo e per le emozioni che mi ha trasmesso,
    un abbraccio.