There are differing definitions of blue moons, too complicated to elaborate on here, but there is agreement on "twice in a blue moon".


Twice in a Blue Moon

Walking at dusk where the year ends
In distant scarp and scree of corn field,
Where it rises up to bleak wooded hills
Spotted with snow and cold gray sunset,
Where I have come to begin a year new
Beneath a second blue moon, nineteen years
In its coming, and in my need for omens
And portents of some better beginning,
The resolve to let go of what has ended.

I am not alone here, earth-bound, afraid
And burrowed deep, looking for a sign
To be revealed in the starless sky, some
Old or new annunciation to believe in . . .
And what we see, seemingly motionless
But yet circling, lifting and spiraling
In the shadowed air, a single hawk,
A singular and dark constellation,
Unnamed but more true than Orion,

As we hear the wind say 'prey', and 'pray'.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-05 at 16:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There is so much of the natural world in your poems. This also was true of Thoreau and Wordsworth. I can't stand Thoreau, and find Wordsworth boring (despite his excellent writing). Your poems ooze nature, but they're not icky-sticky, club-footed or dull. They're stark and focused, and the elements of nature that you put into them always apply to the subject at hand. I'm almost green with envy (yuk, yuk).
2011-01-07


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
You put such magic into your words, a real talent.

Regards,
John.
2011-01-06


ngaio Beck
Very Poe-like. Bone-chilling and I can't say why.
2011-01-05