Out the front door for silence on a lawn,
the moon in all its ghostly qualities;
ethereal clouds, pale pulsing shroud,
infinite Blues dissolving to grays
fingers of trees reach and sway.
An indifferent light
offers only a moment
of calm
only a moment of silence
And it’s gone.
The houses are all asleep.
The northern wind holds its breath
And I’m in that place again.
It’s hard to find time to be quiet. To stop long enough to listen, even when we have a lot of time on our hands, we tend to fill it with something to distract us. It has been a while since I stopped and sat down on the ground to shoot the night sky, the last time was Arkansas for fall foliage and evening long exposures.
Tonight I sat outside on the ground and watched this wonderful display of clouds. Earlier the moon was huge as it rose into the sky, a yellowish orange hue, but now it was cold and pale. The sky was filled with ghostly clouds that wrapped around the moon like an ethereal halo.
I wrote this poem about the experience, there actually was the start of another paragraph but I simplified it. The most important thing I learned and what I have missed for quite some time, to sit and watch. To listen in the silence of a pale December sky.
Gazing at the moon and the sky is simply magical…something about the infinity and silence
I love the evening sky-one of my subjects for painting. Thank you for commenting and for the challenge.
Wow I love your style of writing. Many do not take the time to just sit and observe what nature has to offer.
Thank you Carol. Nature is a big part of all my creative projects.
You are welcome. I also enjoy nature for so many reasons. Therapy is one.
I like Decembar. Beautiful part of year.