Luca’s Moons
The sickle moon
Crescent, cheese-knife paring
Slivered from the whole
He bids me draw
And draw again
His eyes in O
Of wonderment
Another moon he cries!
It is his passion
His delight
On paper or on high
A ghost at noon
Or lit by night
Vast lantern shiny hung
He counts them left and right
Not one, but multiple
In his small world
The magic of the moons
The sickle moon
Crescent, cheese-knife paring
Slivered from the whole
He bids me draw
And draw again
His eyes in O
Of wonderment
Another moon he cries!
It is his passion
His delight
On paper or on high
A ghost at noon
Or lit by night
Vast lantern shiny hung
He counts them left and right
Not one, but multiple
In his small world
The magic of the moons
November 14th 2009, Hounoux
This is a wonderful start to Monday morning. You really capture the 'O' of wonderment and Luca's delight. A child of the universe eh, the magic of the moons.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jude. I cannot believe it is only one week since I was with you. Hope rest of your Monday is restorative to your Yin. He is a child of wonder and as such uplifts all our spirits. Is wonderful to enter his small world through his O eyes.
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