AUGUST LIGHT.....

AUGUST MOONRISE by Sara Teasdale  (excerpts)

The sun was gone, and the moon was coming over the blue hills

The west was rosy, the east was flushed...swallows rushed this way and that.

The maples stamped against the west 

were black and stately 

and full of rest...

And the hazy orange moon grew up and slowly changed to yellow gold

While the hills were darkened, fold on fold

to a deeper blue than a flower could hold.

For night scents, heady, and damp and cool 

On the brink of a shining pool

O Beauty, out of many a cup  you have made me drunk and wild

Ever since I was a child.

And no sorrow wholly bow one who loves you to the end?

And my eyes through which joy came

And my heart, a wavering flame

If all must leave me and go back

Along a blind and fearful track, so that you can make anew,

Something nearer your desire....

Photographs 2023. Sunsets, sunrises with smoke from forest fires....