Friday, December 5, 2008

Forked branches cradle the moon and weaving


The day seemed blurry, the opposite of sensual -- dull and harried. It felt that way until the light began to dim and the edges of the day softened. At sunset, I spotted a little nest in the branches with the moon above. It came out blurry, but it's OK. Can you see the tiny nest, revealed by winter?

These Haiku by James Tipton at Clean Sheets are the opposite of blurry and filled with moonlight and a tempo, clarity, and sensuality that is like the lovely weaving of birds. 

We walked towards the moon, and then the city lights came on down along the river.


2 comments:

Neve Black said...

Hi.
How beautiful, as always. :-)

Kirsten Monroe said...

Hi Neve,

You're the sweetest! I'm glad it's Saturday. And a sunny Saturday at that.

Ciao!
--KM