Anticipation awaits as I search the sky for the illusive moon hidden behind roofs and treetops. Where are the open spaces in my life to find a view of such wonderment -- something never to be repeated in my lifetime should not go unnoticed.
And there, high above me now, like a copper quarter floats the Harvest Moon, nearly eclipsed by this Earth, the same Earth that has birthed each one of us, and struggles to keep pace with our neglect.
She places her shadow gently over the white and gold of the evening moon, caressing the cool and hard body that will trail along her gravitational path for far longer than we humans can imagine.
Autumn –
There was a lull in the world the day the seasons changed from summer to autumn – a kind of dull and slow movement like the passing of a candle in a dark hallway – nearly unnoticed shifting ever so slightly as shadows spread over the streets and lawns now covered with brown and gold leaves – dried so that even the slightest bit of wind encourages their travels… off to other dimensions not seen to human eyes yet felt deep down in the places where all remembering lies.