a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Moon Wanes...


The Moon Wanes
as my spirit
dulls
on foggy mornings
icy fingers of winter
tug me
into the Nether world.

I grip
the icy slope
looking up
as the clear
stars sparkle
with welcome

Seeking
summer's warmth
the memory
helps me believe
I am
no longer cold

12 comments:

DeniseinVA said...

Great poem and a beautiful photo!

Vandana Sharma said...

:) A very soothing poem and spreads warmth.

Liza said...

I love foggy mornings.

Saucy Kodz said...

Neat photo kinda partially hidden and just showing through the fog and great poem - well written that one can feel it. We just had a really foggy morning when the entire street looked like the beginning of a Stephen King Novel. It started raining yesterday and is still raining this morning. I am sure there is flooding out by the mall, but I haven't heard yet. It rained really hard all night and continues this morning with high winds. We are high and dry, so all is good. Hi to all n hugz to Marcy. Hope Maria is doing better. Prove your not a robot is showing up in all my friends posts today and yesterday. Has everybody changed back to identification thingie? Is it on mine when you post a comment?

Delores said...

Cold AND damp....

Linda Kay said...

Your poem left me all warm and cozy. Thanks for the writing, and the picture of the fog on the moon.

Linda Wildenstein said...

I feel the same way. Thanks your words are perfect today, as always. Linda

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

Yes, it is exactly like that.

Sketching with Dogs said...

That really evokes thoughts of crisp Winter days, love it!
Lynne x

DesertHen said...

Pretty picture and great poem! I need to do some blog reading and catching up as I've been gone a few weeks due to family emergency in AZ.

Susan Kane said...

Hold on! Hold on!

Lynne said...

Great poem . . .
Loved the moon . . .
I feel warmed . . .

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