Wednesday, October 3, 2012

October moon . . . .

I drove home last night as an almost full moon was rising above the trees to the East. A brilliant gold at first glance -- changing to pale yellow, then it's usual creamy white by the time I pulled into our driveway. 

Would have loved a picture of that October moon to post today -- but I'm sorry to say that a moving vehicle and a cell phone camera are no match for beauty of Mother Nature. 

And, even though I couldn't capture that beautiful October Moon -- I can post one of my favorite poems of Autumn, by Garrison Keillor instead.    


Here on an autumn night in the sweet orchard smell,
Sitting in a pile of leaves under the starry sky,
Oh what stories we could tell
With this starlight to tell them by.

October night, and you, and paradise,
So lovely and so full of grace,
Above your head, the universe has hung its lights,
And I reach out my hand to touch your face.

I believe in impulse, in all that is green,
Believe in the foolish vision that comes true,
Believe that all that is essential is unseen,
And for this lifetime I believe in you.

All of the lovers and the love they made:
Nothing that was between them was a mistake.
All that we did for love's sake,
Is not wasted and will never fade.

All who have loved shall be forever young
And walk in grandeur on a cool fall night
Along the avenue,
They live in every song that is ever sung,
In every painting of pure light,
In every pas de deux.

Oh love that shines in every star
And love reflected in the silver moon.
It is not here, but it's not far.
Not yet, but it will be here soon.

--Garrison Keillor
(c) 1998 by Garrison Keillor

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