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A poem to recover from: “Blood Moon”

January 22, 2019 Leave a comment

I don’t know about you, but this Full Moon in Leo (Aquarius Sun) hit me pretty hard. A super moon/eclipse as icing on the cake. Even the heavens are acting up at this point in our active history making era. And while there are many aspects of this history we make to bring out cries, it’s also good to laugh; the joke is always on us!

Blood Moon

Coyote cries:
“Who is eating the moon?”
It was so full and bright,
Beautiful to light my way
Through the night.
Now look at that bite
Growing large; stealing my sight.

Crow cries:
“What bloody trouble!”
Dark congealing puddle
Blots the sky with gore
After the struggle twixt
Those three; what was it for?
Earth in the middle of the muddle.

Fox cries:
“Look up, stop the whine!”
When you peer twixt oak and pine,
See that shine, a smiling break
As a curving line splitting to grin.
The din of the dark turns to a laugh;
No crime, just a joke among the three.

Bear cries:
“Go back to sleep; it’s cold and deep!”
Winter Sun, Leo Moon,
Earth shadow reaps, and
For a moment everyone weeps. But
Then from sad to glad, shadow fades
Blood Moon cries her promise “I keep!”

 

 

 

©2019, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.

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A Poem for the New Year: More to Be

January 5, 2019 Leave a comment

This can be a tough time of year for many; sickness, hospitalization, even death. The holidays mark passages; we celebrate hard and then the let-down sinks in. And, now, today we move through a new moon/solar eclipse in Capricorn – at 8:28 PM Eastern.

So, be careful with yourself, watch your energy level, stay atuned to your inner needs, and be!

More to Be

The list is long,
The new year moves
Ahead, more’s afoot,
Low sun shadows head north.

Days remain short,
Long dark cools the soul.
Energy wanes in the aftermath
And always more to do.

Chill winds blow,
A chance of snow,
Time to hunker
Shrugging in the lee.

Moon hunkers in sun’s lee
Tonight. Long lists wait,
The breath abates,
And always more to be.

 

 

 

©2019, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.