The Shining Moon


The moon above Waikoloa (February 2015, Katie Putz)

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

-Anton Chekhov


A Spring Dawn

IMG_9051dawn and spring / an end to the night / a winter’s conclusion / a soft breeze on the water / and a stranger’s silence / watching the dawn / spring to life

(Click the picture for more from my dawn pilgrimage to the cherry blossoms, and other DC-things)

and flowers pick themselves



who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves

e.e. cummings