Haiku Harvest moon sits low in the early evening sky Reaching for the stars Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In late September we are still in daylight savings time but since the equinox, the earlier darkness has switched up the night sky. Now the moon is brightly lit shortly after sunset but is still hung so low you could almost reach up to touch it.
The sun too has moved its place of descent and paints the evening elsewhere on the canvas in its in brilliant pink and golden hues.
Nature is slowly nudging us towards the seasonal changes and many go willingly forwards, accepting and thankful. Whereas I mourn long summer days where I could could live forever.
Staring at the moon Heart-heavy and moody-blue Another ending Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with the Moon. October will bring ups both the Harvest Moon and Blue Moon.
Look Up There
Orion straddles the sky His belt twinkling Lighting the way Stars sprinkling A cheesy moon at the halfway mark The shadow of his smile visible in the dark Match made in heaven A lover’s tryst Moon and stars shine As the earth is kissed Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © De Jackson, aka Whimsy Gizmo, is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets. Tonight he has prompted us with "Sky" A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title. This is a reworked poem of mine from several years ago that fitted this category. Image Courtesy of Pexels
Haiku A big slice of moon is smiling in the night sky having pushed away clouds Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
The stillness of night Soothing and gentle Erasing the sharpness of scathing words Still ringing in burning ears Moonlight caressing a bruised heart While a gentle salty tide bathes open wounds washing away hurt feelings A fool’s fool Gullible and naive Believing, hoping for a different outcome that never comes Once more walking off the pain of disappointment in search of serenity Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Sue Vincent’s weekly Write/Photo - Serenity Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Sharp RDP - Serenity
Laying under the stars Until the sun broke the dawn Tears gently brushed away by soft lips Promises made without pause Lovemaking with kisses to remember Character never in question A night to remember Dreams to preserve Memories to recall And then, you were gone Forever Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write Photo Word Prompts Brush - Stream of Conciousness Pause - RDP Character - FOWC
Haiku Pale moon is rising Chasing sunshine from the day Anxious to beam bright Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Full moon rising high Reflecting light on water Stirring dormant souls Silhouettes of jumping fish Visible in glow of dusk Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Written for Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiki Challenge #150. This week we will see what’s known as the Sturgeon Moon. Other names for this Full Moon include ”Full Green Corn Moon,” signaling that the corn was nearly ready for harvest, ”Wheat Cut Moon,” “Moon When All Things Ripen,” and ”Blueberry Moon.”
Out of Gas
It was already dark as he closed the car door, thankful for the red moon to light his way down the road. How stupid to run out of gas, tonight of all nights. Angry with himself for not checking.
This was unfamiliar territory but he knew the road followed the river for miles. Coming to a crossroads he stopped momentarily. He felt a chill in the air and heard a moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops. The strange noise made him shiver. He was cold, having forgotten to bring a jacket, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing to attention. He moved on.
Feeling a presence, he halted turning quickly, but no one was there. Looking around cautiously he resumed his walk. It was then he felt the blow to his head and everything went black.
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Lillian is hosting D’Verse Poets Pub tonigh and the challenge is Prosery (not poetry) A short story of exactly 144 words excluding the title and we are to use one of the following lines from Carl Sandburg’s poem Jazz Fantasia "Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops" OR choose 2) "a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills". Promote Yourself Monday - Go Dog Go Cafe Image by Robbowolf from Pixabay
Haiku Moon lighting the way Through the darkness of lost cause A beacon of hope Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©