the birth of a new moon

birth of a new moon





the new moon rises unseen
fleeting over treetops and the brooding hills of the west
it dusts the grey sky with its silver
and the evening with tender feelings.

standing at my kitchen window
i see it greet the earth in solitary silence
a few moments pass by, sweeping with it
noise and dark from my day
leaving behind a shimmering calm
and my own loneliness, to enfold.

the night is made new.

 . . .

saturday evening
the fifteenth
śrāvaṇa

4 comments:

  1. Lovely......

    I have found your beautiful blog, because of a link on Sarah blog.

    Gentle hugs,
    Tessa

    Tessa

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    1. thank you for visiting me here, tessa. and for the gentle hugs.
      welcome.
      sarah... she's a kindness fairy!

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  2. You write such incredibly beauty. Thank you

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    1. thank you kindly.
      this melts me...

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -