This Winter Moon

This winter moon
pulls back veils of darkness
asks we do the same

I dream a tall house
with many cluttered rooms
full of charmed possibility

On the edge of understanding
I delight in
an Escher-like stair climb

See patterned papers
tattered crazy quilts, dusty
books and bathtubs

Imagine what to keep
–to release, all is
fodder for gratitude

Meanwhile tree shadows
on snow grow long
the moon moves along

Leaves its mark on this
vivid night trailed by
a soft sunrise promise

Dappled awakenings
the callings of my curious interiors
and morning birdsong


Beth Lodge-Rigal for the Poplar Grove Muse

Photo Credit: Kumar Ganapathy–

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