Solstice Moon

Image: NASA

She is there,

moved to western sky

round and red and full

like an areola at birthing

time.

I, on my front stoop,

am riding the planet

that casts her into shadow.

Some would say,

“for but a short while.”

Yet, it feels like the

time has been so very long,

so very long,

already.

I hear the drumming of ancients

in the meadow

by the wood.

Is it a beat of survival fears

or celestial celebration?

I check inside.

Both.

Memories arise

of the annihilations

we have witnessed.

I know where to find

the doorway

to Lemuria.

Memories arise

of the passionate love we

have made with

our heavenly bodies.

The burning bite of the

enthusiastic Sun

is of no comparison

to the patient, delicate

kisses of the stars.

Here now,

I am witness as she

surrenders -

taken and released

by darkness.

And I love Her

in afterglow

so strong it sets

the snow alight.

As the pinking fingers

make their way,

I wonder

if in this new radiant

light

of dawn

even the Creator

will discover something

never before seen.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" 

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