I was awake and reading into the wee hours, and the full moon was up, too, lightening the landscape. It was still with us at 7:30 am, shining through misty clouds in the early morning light. What would our night sky be like — or our tide-less oceans — without the moon! And how many billion verses has this same moon inspired through the centuries?
Here are some of my MOON haiku:
majestic moon arrives
to preside over the stars
benevolent governor
midnight verses
when sleep won’t come
only the moon is clear
even to the drunkard
snoring in the alley
the moon is kind
moon heads west drawing the tides dreams see the light
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The moon watches over us. Delighful haikus, Christine.
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Glad you enjoyed them.
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Very nicely done. It was a beautiful Beaver moon, was it not? This morning, it was still shining, here, too.
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Glad you enjoyed my verses. I thought it was lovely this morning, clear and bright with wisps of haze passing over now and then.
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Same here. Was cold, though. I was not prepared to need my bum warmer in my car (and oh so glad to have it)
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