Moon-Rainbows and a Garden at Dawn

poetry from late at night and early in the morning

An early Monday trip to the emergency room has slowed down the ACM Weekly this week, after a tumble and a hard knock on the back of my head. Perhaps I can be excused for waiting a day to be checked: I hit several other places on my back and shoulders on the way down, but I still don’t recall hitting my head. However, as the nurse patiently explained, that was precisely why it needed to be looked at.

All’s well now—no more blue lights in my vision, nor that odd heavy feeling any time I shifted my head. Only a sore neck and a few bruises and a determination to get the washed-out step fixed when possible. And much gratitude to my sister for keeping an eye on me, insisting that I get medical attention, and generally holding down the fort while I did!

And now for the poetry!

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It’s the haiku first this week. Two are set in the early morning.

Against gray morning
Palo Verde branches glow~
brightest of spring greens.

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Sunrise breeze rustles~
Bright blooms sway in new garden~
Hummingbird darts in.

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And one is set late at night. It describes an arrival in the dark, as the neighbors’ young German Shepherd suddenly appeared.

Brief night encounter~
tawny and black behind me,
happy for a treat

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This last poem is also a night poem. I love to look at the faint rainbows that the moon makes in thin clouds.

The Cloud Swarm

The full moon smiles tonight;
It’s making rainbows on the edges of the clouds.
The high clouds swarm and scatter,
Swarm again and scatter
While the silver light falls through
Their filmy wings.
The serried hive swirls and sails away
Southward up the valley,
While the rainbows spill off their wings
Till moon smiles in a clear sky.

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