The full moon rose russet
as the tide ebbed,
moonlight and water
speaking their thanks
and me in the dark receiving,
not in words
but in beauty.
The full moon rose russet
as the tide ebbed,
moonlight and water
speaking their thanks
and me in the dark receiving,
not in words
but in beauty.
Thank you, Don. We do well to join those bodies.
Lovely imagery as always. Heading to the coast tomorrow to commune with the tides.
I enjoy slowing down a bit a reading your poems. Thank you for the opportunity.
The generous beauty of nature — a better currency than paper!
Thanks, Don. Rich in beauty, as always.
I love this “expanded” haiku…….it speaks so simply the truth of truth and gratitude……
will re-read this Saturday/Sunday … with the next full one!
When I look up at the moon, my compulsion, always, is to match its radiance…………thank you Don, as always, beautiful!
the beauty way……
Don…on a shamanic weekend years ago, I walked in the woods, saw a beautiful flower, stopped and admired it ….and I distinctly felt its gratitude for not rushing by……
So much in so few words. Very nice!
Thanks for your witness as you walk in Beauty, Don.
Don, Your images get stronger and stronger. Thanks.