Storms hide the moon night after night yet I know she still circles me
This is my news.
Storms Hide the Moon
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Storms hide the moon night after night yet I know she still circles me
This is my news.
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I love this!
As a lifelong moon lover, I absolutely adore this.
mmm… fresh pages in a new journal… bet it feels great cari! Love this.
In the car one night, when my son was very small, he said,
“Moon. Clouds hide it.”
Poetry. We write it. You’re welcome to his observation.
Lovely work. Are the words your own? They are beautiful.
Yes, the poem is my own, inspired by both the weather and the painting I did on the blank journal page before I bound it. I have about four of these paintings scattered throughout the book for the coming year. However, the “This is my news” is taken from an old Anglo-Saxon poem which describes the weather and ends with this line, which is so evocative. And I was actually answering a friend in UK who asked for news of the California rainstorms. I’m glad so many of you seem to like it!