the pink moon or the full flower moon
this was an april name the forecasters said
the full gold
the snow moon
I fell asleep, dreaming the Indian names
in a dream like a full blown rose
names swam to me through the haze
all my own:
the diamond breeze moon, and linen too,
the moon shaped like a bird
the harp moon, ascending
with the stars ringing,
Orion in a choir
watching over, who you are
the jade moon
the one in haiku
the one of precious gems
my sister coveted.
but only out of love
the one of let's pretend
we can walk for hours on the flower snows
and not grow cold
the russet moon, the one of apple bloom
when we were made of gold
the one you wrote music to
in whole notes in the afternoon
the moon of cracked china,
infinitely preserved
the moon of many etudes,
breaking into tears. for years and years.
I found the moon of distance always appears
emerald and stern, the moon of will
you never learn
the sugar moon when we sipped honey
like the hummingbirds
the moon of going away
has come to stay
at least on earth
we wait for the moon
of beautiful returns
articulated
our hearts like lead.
and left unsaid,
the moon like a spoke
the moon of hope
to settle in the trees;
breaking into bud.,
the moon of white violets
and keeping promises
at least the ones you made
when the moon was pale green.
and oh, the azalea moon,
the moon in dreaming shades
when the sun fades slipping into,
through Christmas, the moon of the
unheld breath,
before Beauty, descending
the moon of variegated cloud
the moon of opal
when my Grandmother said,
in velvet words
awaking from death,
tune the piano
I am coming home.
mary angela douglas 29 april 2018
this was an april name the forecasters said
the full gold
the snow moon
I fell asleep, dreaming the Indian names
in a dream like a full blown rose
names swam to me through the haze
all my own:
the diamond breeze moon, and linen too,
the moon shaped like a bird
the harp moon, ascending
with the stars ringing,
Orion in a choir
watching over, who you are
the jade moon
the one in haiku
the one of precious gems
my sister coveted.
but only out of love
the one of let's pretend
we can walk for hours on the flower snows
and not grow cold
the russet moon, the one of apple bloom
when we were made of gold
the one you wrote music to
in whole notes in the afternoon
the moon of cracked china,
infinitely preserved
the moon of many etudes,
breaking into tears. for years and years.
I found the moon of distance always appears
emerald and stern, the moon of will
you never learn
the sugar moon when we sipped honey
like the hummingbirds
the moon of going away
has come to stay
at least on earth
we wait for the moon
of beautiful returns
articulated
our hearts like lead.
and left unsaid,
the moon like a spoke
the moon of hope
to settle in the trees;
breaking into bud.,
the moon of white violets
and keeping promises
at least the ones you made
when the moon was pale green.
and oh, the azalea moon,
the moon in dreaming shades
when the sun fades slipping into,
through Christmas, the moon of the
unheld breath,
before Beauty, descending
the moon of variegated cloud
the moon of opal
when my Grandmother said,
in velvet words
awaking from death,
tune the piano
I am coming home.
mary angela douglas 29 april 2018
