The Moon Garden #2
Here you will find Moon Poems by Moonly Poets
Nightwalk: Winter Solsice
My familiar figure, neither demon
nor divine, knots a soft vine and
slides it over my head – a pleasant
noose whose lacey leaves adorn
my neck like hemp. So dressed,
I gather plumes and seed-heads
with their crisp December stalks.
Arms curve to cradle my harvest;
press the stiff bouquet to breast.
If the slightest breeze should rise,
the dormant seed would scatter.
But air lies still at this hour.
Only the Night Mother moves.
Her slow journey, silent and full
as an unspoken word, powders
the land with moondust. Black
circles spread beneath the pines,
puddles of shadow. Things below
the shadowline dissolve, ocean-
dark. Things above do not shine;
they simply go white. When I pass
through my own shade, it is as if
I, too, am Moon, the wakeful daughter.
In the fullness of a mystery reclaimed,
I walk this winter night as if on water.
~ Queen Qaab