Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Isn't She Lovely Moon: One Squirrely Esbat & Some Visual Poetry

Ms. Luna, gaining.
Ms. Luna, gaining.

It is what we do.

To the North!
It makes for pandemonium of various sorts.
It made for a squirrely Esbat.

Out the window! 
Save for the sheer poetry of the skies She inhabits:

And the poetry of Her rare dance with the Sun,
when They share that same sky,
over our beloved Breakfast Canyon:

Moon & Sun over Breakfast Canyon.
Moon & Sun over Breakfast Canyon.

And the poetry that is Her body,
swelling in the daylight
clear & cool:

Swelling in the daylight.
Swelling in the daylight.

She peeked through the cloudy veil,
to find our offerings.
Butter coconut cookies & a lemon lychee vodka with soda & a twist of lime.

I stood at the fence & tried to sing like Mira Billotte
to a five equine audience
while the boys kicked a soccer ball across the darkness.

Heading back indoors for sleep after such a busy day 
of preparations
& more preparations...

We discover that our offerings have been accepted,
by two greedy horses
who hang over the fence, jockeying for more.

Hubby shrugs & says,
"Hey, however She wants it."
I say, "Yep. But those horses can't have any more vodka."

Blessings to you this Esbat, my friends.

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