Posted in Luna, Seasons on April 16, 2010| 1 Comment »
The evening star
true to her name
shines bright against the darkening sky.
The new moon
though barely a sliver
her dark side glows with reflected earthshine.
Together against the western sky, along the path of the setting sun,
daylight fades and stars appear, twinkling, one by one.
As darkness grows, they sink gently to the horizon
and vanish beyond the west hills.
Posted in Aurora, Seasons on April 14, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Over the neighbor’s house
between the towering firs
the bright sky shifts colors, following the sun.
Daylight blue yields to pink, pale orange to blinding white,
the edges tinged with darkness from the east.
Colors echoed in my yard: the vivid crabapple, the muted red maple
the darkening green
the western light brushing everything with gold and soft sunshine yellow.
A sunbeam pierces a gap
between tree and curtain
flooding my room with an orange glow
the last light of evening.
Posted in Thoughts on April 11, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Soft, humid air, somehow both cool and warm. Cheerful birdsong, stillness. Tasty hot tea, at once relaxing and awakening. Rising from a pleasant dream, into a pleasant and quiet world; a tiny moment of vacation before the adventure begins again.
Posted in Seasons on April 8, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I pedal through a gentle downpour, the gusting wind at my back speeding me along and splashing me well. The morning seems stormy and unpromising. But crossing the bridge, we enter a corridor of sunlight along the river. Gray and white clouds drift away to the east, and more approach from the west… but in between, shining blue sky overhead, the bright-colored bridges show their summer best against the water.
Posted in Seasons on April 5, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Blue sky, bright sun, fluffy clouds; trees in vivid leaf and flower. But for the fresh-washed streets, the storms of yesterday might have been a dream. Today’s joyful eastern sky could not have poured down those rains or whipped up those winds; today, only gentle breezes and liquid sunshine may fall.
The western sky may have other ideas.
Posted in Luna, Seasons on April 1, 2010| Leave a Comment »
The moon rests, nearly full, hanging over the western hills. Her face is softened by a faint and delicate mist. The morning sky behind her quietly transforms from dawn cobalt to true daylight blue as early sunbeams creep over the eastern horizon. The color and the light and the fog lend an unreal tone; the view is more like a painting than a real sky. But real it is: a cold crisp April morning full of the promise of spring.
Walk in Beauty 