||[Oct. 25th, 2015|10:26 pm]
The grocery shopping is done for another week, the frozen lasagna is in the oven, and the moon is, if not full, very near it and looking quite round as it clears the pine trees in the east. The thinning trees admit a bit more light now, and the light falls to the fallen leaves scattered about the brown lawn. The leaves shine a bit; the lawn remains dull. The moon does not romance the dead lawn, but the trees, yes, even their cast off leaves. It is true love the moonlight has for living things, and lately living things, and even the soil, but the best it has for the brown grass is pity. |
The grass looks softer by moonlight, and seems to wrap the ground like a dim shawl, while the moonlight caresses the fallen leaves decorating it. Tomorrow the sun will be back and again reveal the grass as rough and stubbly and patchy. The sun, like a vampire, will continue to suck the grass ever dryer, until it is utterly desiccated. The fallen leaves protect what they can, giving up their own moisture to the air, and the living leaves give it what shade they still may, but only rain can save the lawn. Until it comes, the soft night provides the grass its only respite, by the cool light of the moon.
by Nin Andrews
If she closed her eyes, she could see it
in the dark room of her mind,
the jukebox of her soul
developing so slowly,
she especially liked the way
he said the word, blouse,
when he unbuttoned her
silk blouse, blue blouse, flowered blouse,
his favorite one was pink
and hung on a green lamp
like a flower on a stem
now that he was gone,
and so was she
and no one lived there anymore,
the town kept lighting up without them
as if it were the first dusk.
That kind of moonlight used to make me feel kind of drunk. I rarely see it now, in the city. Back in Md., I could go into my backyard at night and look up at the moon and at Orion. Too much light pollution for much else, but that was good. Then the neighbors got a motion light. Darkness is hard to find in many places. I need to remember to go out onto the common-area patio and look up once in a while!
I wish moonlight could get me drunk. Booze is pretty expensive anymore.
It is! The thing that kills me in Washington State is the 9% tax on everything plus a booze tax, so that $8 small bottle of whiskey (medicinal, you know) almost doubles in price.