Posts tagged moon
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A waning crescent moon in a blue sky at sunrise surrounded by mottled clouds, three jet trails, and orange clouds colored by the sun about to rise.

Waning crescent moon,
oblivious to sunrise,
jet trails, small worries.

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A full moon appearing behind dramatic layers of night clouds in early October.

The urge to give up,
and then the sky does this —
and I crawl back out.

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A full supermoon in early October.

The night air still warm
under the fullest full moon —
we’re weary down here.

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A waning crescent moon with Venus close to it against a pink sky just before dawn.

Maybe a rosehip,
petals fade and fall away —
the moon and Venus.

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The sky before sunrise with Venus, Jupiter and a sliver of a moon.

Just us this morning,
Venus, the moon, Jupiter,
unnamed and untied.

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The sky at sunrise with wispy clouds in rows and a sliver of a moon.

Dawn sky, a figure —
clouds like a pair of pink lungs,
the moon a freckle.

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A wide view of the morning sky with a three-quarter moon still visible in September.

Looking up, amazed,
tired under the morning moon,
the grief before grief.

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A blurred early morning view of a sidewalk by apartments with the setting moon against a dark blue sky.

Early on Sunday
out under the setting moon,
we’re changed and we’re changed.

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A red-tinged full moon in the process of total eclipse seen in a wide view among stars.

The eclipsed spring moon
floats red in a sky of stars —
I’m here, just below.

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The moon in a clear blue morning sky.

Seven-below moon —
I’m small, cold underneath it
in the blue morning.

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A full moon behind thin soft clouds against the blue hour sky behind silhouetted scotch pines.

Consecrated blue
of the sky as the moon rose
behind the scotch pines.

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The full moon briht with light clouds passing over it above a silhouetted treeline with Jupiter to the right.

Sun with me all day,
the full moon and Jupiter
sit with me tonight.

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A superoon just before sunrise behind bare branches and maples still holding leaves in November.

The bright morning moon
hangs above my mother’s house,
maples hold their leaves.

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A nearly full moon behind bare tree branches against a blue sky.

Branches hold the moon —
geese call and fill the whole sky
with sounds of leaving.

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Morning sky with a half moon, swirling clouds, and stars.

Up with the half moon,
moving clouds, stars, mystery,
I disappear here.

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Morning sky before sunrise with a sickle moon visible.

Looking for answers —
the moon, still sharp in the sky,
it says, “stop looking.”