September 1, 2011

Celestial Songs by Joan McNerney

A Prussian blue sky,
willow weeps golden threads,
silver snow drifts on brown earth.

            Shy autumnal bird.
            Did you brush against the moon
            and find that pale down?

In our frail world, even
meteors, the eyes of heaven
fall like dust from God's hands.

            What discus player
            threw a tangerine moon on
            top of Main Street? 

1 comment:

  1. Liked these moon images, but then I'm always a sucker for the word 'tangerine'!