Tonight is the last night of winter. In the countryside where I live, it was marked by a beautiful full moon. I spent the night outside observing its effect on the landscape, thinking about how each change of season arrives predictably,yet uniquely.
The Last Full Moon of Winter
Bathed by luminescent showers and sprinkled by a winter's moon,
pine trees glow against the mountains, humming softly in the breeze.
They shiver slightly from the dampness brought upon by melted snow,
and shake the moisture from their limbs, in practiced exercise.
Gray geese fly high above the groves; their shadows stripe the forestry. Reluctantly the full moon fades and winter steps aside.
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2011-03-20 at 07:37
Tags Nature  Seasons  Moonlight
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