Not so long ago I wandered out to the front of the house one morning and looked up at the five am sky and saw the most beautiful site of the old crescent moon smiling down upon me. Standing awestruck for what seemed a very long time and moved nearly to tears I knew that I had to capture the vision in some meaningful way, so I ran back into the house and gathered my pen and journal and began to write…
Diamonds and glitter scattered across a Cheshire Cat moon in a sky not yet blue, but no longer black.
Cold and a shiver I pull up my jacket, a night I remember so many lives back.
As I lowered my gaze from the heavens to the world’s edgy line where dark silhouettes dawn,
A glow of first light urged the Nightpainter to lay down her brush toward another day drawn.
The Daypainter’s brush traced across mountain and valley and river and dale, warming all touched by this wondrous light.
Revealing a pallet of a great artist’s canvas making the night’s mare but a half recalled fright.
And out on the meadow full buttercupped and daisied, were beeflittered poppies all pretty and fine
Life shivered and shook and began to dance crazy and then greeted me for the 10 billionth time.