Peeking Moon

An American Sentence for the prompt at Poets United Wednesday Midweek Motif – At the Moment…  The full cold moon is peaking 12:12:12:12.  My husband has been in hospital since Monday with pneumonia.

Peeking Moon
“It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

The full cold moon peeked in the window the moment I kissed my husband.

Lake Moon

For Linda’s prompt at dVerse Poets, for “Prosery” Monday. Prosery is where prose and poetry collide, sort of like a haibun but fictional. Mine is true. I rarely write flash fiction.  It is ended with a landay, an Afghan poetic form written and sung by the women.

 

Lake Moon
“The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation…” Yasunari Kawabata

I sat wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt by the dark lake.  The full cold moon shone white in the black sky and reflected on the water.  Never have I touched anything smoother than the reflection of that moon.  A few wild dogs passed within a few feet of me and lapped up the reflection of that moon.  A line from a poem popped in my head – “A cow is screaming across the arroyo.”  Suddenly I jerked awake.  It was pre-dawn and the crows were waking, cawing.  The cow was far away in my dreams and the dogs had wandered away in their quest for food.  The full cold moon brings long winter days – animals burrow beneath the fallen leaves for warmth.

Beavers Sleeping

For my prompt over at Real Toads, Moonstruck, in which we write poems of 100 words or less about the different full moons. 88 words total.  I am wanting people to think about their word choices rather than just writing for length.

Beavers Sleeping
The full cold moon
shone down upon the beaver lodges –
The beavers sleeping soundly
in the cold. The shadow of the owl
flashed upon the moon like
a movie projection –
black – winging slowly looking
for food – huge wings beating
slowly, strongly.
A cry from the darkness,
a rabbit or a possum or
a stray feral cat –
food for the owl on this full cold moon.
Ghosting through the forest
gliding over the ice covered road –
Seeking, ever seeking.
Beavers sleep soundly, safely
in their lodges dreaming of summer.

Haibun: Japanese Winter SolsticeTraditions

For Frank’s haikai challenge – Haikai Challenge #65 Solstice.  Yuzu is a Japanese citrus fruit similar to a grapefruit for pomelo.  Also posting on Real Toads Tuesday Platform.

Haibun: Japanese Traditions
The cold full moon is always magical especially when it sparkles off newly fallen snow. After spending several hours wrapped well against the cold watching the Geminids meteor shower, I softly creep back into my home and prepare a hot bath with yuzu floating in the water. The sharp tangy scent fills my senses. I slide into bed beside my husband and snuggle. He murmurs in his sleep. The full moon goes to sleep.
yuzu scented bath
and dinner of kabocha –
solstice traditions

taking a yuzu bath on winter solstice