( I am not a neat gardener. With the present drought, any fall garden is lost here.)
Right before this Super Moon was this grinning moon low in the eastern sky. I was outside, looking for a cat and the moon was so close and intense. It stuck in my mind better than this Super Moon. Was more personal.
In the Garden at Dawn
Dawn moon appears
Low in the eastern sky
Like an idiot’s grin
From cheek to cheek
A glow so intense
It startles the eye.
My hands deep in soil
Planting tender shoots of life
With reverence that feeds the soul
As seedlings feed flesh later to come.
There is God in this black soil
Earthworms and tiny bits of life
Independent of will or wishes.
Moonbeams spill on this tilled earth
Like a benediction or blessing
And bathes plants and planter with expectation,