Who does not savor, and stand open
if only in secret
taking heart in the ripening of the moon?
While taking my Westie for his first walk of the day, a routine if not a ritual, I smiled inside and probably outside, too, when I looked up and unexpectedly saw the almost full moon in the bright, 7 am sky. I immediately recalled the lines of this poem I discovered last Sunday, the first day of Autumn.
This is beautiful. I love finding poets I haven’t yet read.
Hi Elaine,
I liking what I see here, and that you have ressurected this space again. I’ll be checking in regularly.
Peace,
Yours and the prior blogger’s site that I just opened both were Westie owners….me too. Maybe I opened you twice…I don’t think so – at any rate “Small is Beautiful” logo brought me here. I’ll look for you again.
Tess, so glad you liked this poem, too. I’m discovering so many new poets through blogs.
Hi, A. Thank you for stopping by and for your encouraging words.
And “Sunrise Sister” — I took a quick a peek at your blog a few minutes ago and will be returning for a closer look. I think we have a few things in common in addition to a love for Westies.