A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches
There is little better than a
winter night with a hearty meal, some select liquid
and your hunny with the full moon
creating shadows in the house as it moves
across the sky, dancing with the stars gently
and we full and bundled up slip among
bare trees over crisp leaves and cold water, the
night early and still cooling, no night will be as long
holding hands nearly off balance we watch through the bare branches
A Golden Shovel Poem based on Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams
I come into the presence of still water
When confused, overwhelmed muddled or unsure I
grab my boat, my paddle, my vest, my gear and ask friends and family to come.
We set shuttle, we change clothes, we unload gear, we quietly, gently slip into
the water of the moment, running river, ripples and rapids, the
current slowly, maybe quickly carrying my boat and my worries and doubts away, requiring presence.
Focus, concentration, joy settles in place of
doubt and confusion creating a mind and soul that’s still
despite the movement of the water.
(A Golden Shovel poem Featuring a line from The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry)