We went looking for the moon late this afternoon.
The nearly full moon has risen huge and close and silver the last two evenings,
but we had been without the camera, and so didn’t have photos.
We went in search of it this evening,
camera in hand.
But now the clouds are rolling in,
and the moon must have risen behind them.
We watched the sun set,
then drove a little further and watched it set yet again.
Every moment the sky changed, painted by the sun’s brush of light
on a canvas of cloud, marsh, forest, and water.
The world’s palette, a gently flowing medley of every color,
first touched by golden setting sunlight,
then wrapped in blueing misty darkness.
Moon behind cloud, daylight behind dark,
river flowing ever onward
from here to there in obedient silence.
But the birds were still tonight.
The deer stood quietly by the roadside, unafraid, grazing.
A rare moment of peace and rest in a day full to the brim,
A winter sky painted by the sun,
as it disappeared into the long December night.
All photos by Woodland Gnome 2013
Finding the Moon (forestgarden)
- 5 Sky Events This Week: Moon Poses with Winter Gems and Little Bear Runs With Meteors (newswatch.nationalgeographic.com)
- Tuesday 17th December (wycksted.wordpress.com)