Lots of family obligations lately, which means not much writing time. But even when life is busy, there is time to go out and gaze at the moon -- especially when it's a "super moon." How beautiful was that last one? Answer: VERY BEAUTIFUL.
In honor of my seasonal moon madness, I offer up this poem by Carl Sandburg. It doesn't have the formal inventiveness I usually like -- but I love the boy with the accordion, I love the old man and the cherry trees, and most of all I love the fact that it is, at heart, all summer and all moon.
Happy Poetry Friday! Only a few more weeks of summer left - make the most of them.
Back Yard
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next
month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back
yard.
The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back
porch drinking
white thoughts you rain
down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
--Carl Sandburg
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Today's Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted by Irene Latham over at Live Your Poem. Head over there to see what other people have posted.
