One Evening around Moonrise
In the Dreamy Dusk
The moon began her climb over a warm, breezy field of wildflowers. I sat on my back deck, iced tea in hand, a breeze fingering through my freshly washed hair.
She was asleep, sweetly sighing as she dreamt. After kissing her goodnight, I could think of nothing more I wanted to do than to keep company with the nature outside my back door.
Chimes and bells held court, paying tribute to the pearly moonglow that brightened as the sunset faded. My finger traced the labyrinth around the chain I wore. The sweet scent of thyme and rosemary rising from herb pots swirled around my head like a milky spirit.
Some meteors winked, and slid down the horizon like penguins playing on an arctic iceberg.
Nature's glory held me captivated.
Why sleep, when my senses seek to revel in the life abuzz around me? No, I want to touch it all, so that when my head does fall upon my pillow, the soft light and teeming life of a summer evening feed my dreams. Thus, I shall dream of walking through the forests where the fairy folk live, letting their enchantments wash over me, like a bath in a pool of mead surrounded by a ring of fir trees and gardenia.
The sunflowers stand tall at the gate of my garden - gentle sentries who bear the sun's love, even awash in the gentle moonlight, equally loved by her.
A coyote howls and I am ready to brew a cup of warm jasmine tea for myself, ready to shed my clothes, climb into my deep green silk teddie, and sleep.
Dreamy circle of Friends
I love to watch the moon rise with Beethoven's beloved Sonata ~
- Beethoven Moonlight Sonata (Sonata al chiaro di luna) - YouTube
La grande sonata al chiaro di luna
- Moonlight Sonata - YouTube
BEETHOVEN - Moonlight Sonata
© 2011 Karen Szklany Gault
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