“July Moon”……

was to be the cover painting for “Pitcher of Moon” but didn’t work out.

 

JULY MOON

 

A pale moon rises,

Unheralded, surprising

With its presence so early at dusk.

 

It wavers in the summer heat

Like a ghost under water.

The cicadas hold their breath-

Their leg-fiddles muted,

And the earth turns quiet

If only for a moment.

 

Brushing the lush green tree tops

It floats upward into a still-lavender sky,

Gaining presence, strength, gloss

As it balances in the darkening light,

A well-trod path– fascinating eternity.

 

A world-weary face appears

And casts a bemused gaze downward

Before sailing through the night

Into the harbor of Dawn.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

“Mystery of the Moon”

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A friend, Bren, has challenged me to write a poem this weekend, given that the Moon will be 14% larger appearing, and close enough to touch. I’ll try tonight, when it rises like an orange VW in the eastern sky, but there are no guarantees with poetry. But I’ll make the attempt for my friend. The poem below is in the new “White Cranes of Heaven”, just released by Lulu.com.

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Lady Nyo

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Mystery of the Moon

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Tarnished moon,
Cottoned in dark, settled clouds
Still-wintery branches striated against its gleam,
A ghostly beggar’s light spills
Upon a fallow ground.

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This pale spring orb,
Cast on a placid lake,
Mirrors mysteries of countless years
Reflects an empty alone-ness,
Yet pulls at the courses of women
And opens the womb to need.

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Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2010

from “White Cranes of Heaven”, Lulu.com

“Mystery of the Moon”

Tarnished moon,

Cottoned in dark, settled clouds

Striated against still- wintry branches–

A ghostly beggar’s light spills

Upon a fallow ground.

——

This pale spring orb,

Cast on a placid lake,

Mirrors mysteries of countless years

Reflects an empty alone-ness,

Yet pulls at womens courses

And opens the womb to need.

—–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2010