Showing posts with label Ginny Short. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ginny Short. Show all posts

Pillow Talk

 
Evening: Margined with Stars

Evening’s velvet hem borders a fading horizon, 
gently creates
a boundaryless world of nighttime  
margined with stars.
The autumn moon ascends.

No passport, no visa needed. 
                                --Patricia Williams


Owls in the Corn

Fall's moon alchemy -
ring-around-the bonfire rose,
taste of Winter's kiss.
                             --Kevin Maus


Once in a Blue Moon

My husband, cocoon of night,
blue moon on a grey day. His 
scent is cinnamon baking. We
met like a tsunami, turning my
hammered heart into a skyscraper.
                            --Linda McCauley Freeman


harvest moon —
the glow in your cheeks
speaks of love
                            --Bonnie Scherer


october moon rising
richly gilded, warm nights still sing
bats drink from hidden springs
dipping on the wing
we walk hand in hand draped in gold
                            --Ginny Short


You, Still

Fields of barren trees, tranquil under autumn moon,
a rabbit frozen in blue,
the first frost moon painted the world in hues
and you, asleep, my youthful love,
still.
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


Forgetting

I wake on the shore of fever, without memory
we read Tagore, I sit by the door waiting for you
later; running fingers on your lips curved in a smile, beneath the frost moon
I forget you beloved Debabrata.
                            --Smitha Sehgal


autumn moon
his wife's silent treatment
crickets crickets
                            --Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo


dark autumn moonrise,
one sleepy eyelid opens,
the other winks shut
                             --Sandy Hiortdahl


autumn rain 
reheating 
luke-warm love 
                            --Vandana Parashar


autumn moon
shadows walk
with street walkers
                            --petro c.k.


The Moon and the Light of the Sun

We wish to remake a time not lost,
Amid the obvious love kissing, start
Dressing and breakfast, being without body,
in the overnight creation of a world.

Descending from blue sky in lunar white
and autumn gold, white as milk
in a day moon nearing, bright as the sun
the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun.
                            -- AE Reiff

October

 
Autumn poem

Black walnut trees
Stained by October moon
Shed their yellowed garb
Will face what comes
With strength and grace
As deep inside they crochet
Next year’s lace
                            --Elizabeth Hykes


cold tea surrenders,
invites the October moon
to slip into the cup
                              --Jeff Burt


October moon
like the eye of a deer
caught between baying dogs
at dusk
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


orange moon
monarchs come to rest
on the old pine
                            --Randy Brooks


chipmunks
the barn owl blackens
the Autumn Moon
                            --Joshua St. Claire


autumn moon gazing
through storm-tattered alder leaf;
shadowed lace and light
                            --Kersten Christianson


October moonrise
the sky’s abiding ceiling
glows with fire
                            --Katherine Simmons


a star wanes and fades
as the autumn moon rises
a new light by which to steer the ship
                             --Ceri Marriott


sunbeams glance first frost 
moon — dance waterfalls — tree, ferns
infinite fractals
                            --Gerard Sarnat


leaves rustle and fall
a distant symphony soothes
cool air rings with bird calls
                            --Christi Kochifos Caceres


Moon of falling leaves
                                      Greets guests honorably 
 
Night unashamed
                              Lightly impresses 
 
Rhythmic crickets filigree
                                            Stars gossamer wickets
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites
 
Darkness 
               conjures light
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites 
 
The Great Horned Owl
                                       “WHOooOOOooo be you”
 
Dew soaked grass 
                              Precious eloquence
                                            --Stephen Rozwenc   


cicadas buzz like chainsaws under
a luminous harvest moon
sound gently weaves the silk nights
i imagine that you also
hear the singing of this moon
                            --Ginny Short