Ahhh, yes. Late pregnancy. Too bad there isn't a moon we can see at present in MN. Glad to see your post again.
Exactly. The wait! But thankfully last night with its gently falling snow was beautiful. Made the waking and walking and musing a calming thing.
Many a night, many a highthas been like that for me.Many more such nights,I expect to see.
Nights like these are just a part of life, aren't they? We all are waiting on something. Lovely verses, Clyde!
Patience is a virtue, is it not? Hoping that all is going well. While the winter night screams of wind this evening, I wish you peace and joy. I love the phrase "solemn pace"; such simple but perfect description!
Ah, patience. Yes, something I am trying to cultivate at this point. I heard you all had driving rain out east one of these recent days. Hopefully it didn't turn into the ice storm that claimed so much of your precious woods, as you've written about. Thank you for your well-wishes, Bill. I will certainly post something here when the little one arrives (any day!).
Basho has many haikus that I love. Hope you're well, Tinajo!
Emily:Excellent choice of art to accompany this Basho poem. What is this medium?Still praying for you and your soon-to-be-delivered gift.Richard
Thanks, Richard. I took this image and haiku from an iPad app called Chasing Fireflies, and then processed it a bit more in another photo app. Just working through some of my waiting with a little creative fun... the words fit my current state of mind to a T. :)
HA! I totally missed this was about pregnancy. My sometimes too literal brain thought the author found the moon so beautiful one night that he got up nine times to look at it before midnight! It makes much more sense now having read your other readers' comments. Geez, that's embarrassing. ;-)
One poem, many meanings. That's always been the beauty of poetry for me - there is no one "right" meaning. We bring something to the reading, too!
Agreed. I doubt Basho was even thinking about pregnancy when he wrote this, but that was the full and absolute association I made. I don't think I've ever known the nighttime quite as well as I have these last weeks!And here's just a little more about Basho, via Wikipedia, because I think he sounds like someone I'd like to have a cup of tea with (especially if I could journey back to the 1600s to do so): "he was inclined to wander throughout the country, heading west, east, and far into the northern wilderness to gain inspiration for his writing. His poems were influenced by his firsthand experience of the world around him, often encapsulating the feeling of a scene in a few simple elements."
It is a lovely joining of image and words. I'm lucky for some months of the year to be able to see the moon from my bed. So often, I'll wake several times and see its measured motion - it's immensely comforting.
Sounds divine. My mother used to read me "Goodnight Moon" and another children's book with a main character named Emily who loved that great silver orb, too, and ever since I have been a moon watcher. A sky watcher, truly. Something about all that space gives the mind so much room to wander.
The moon rises like a silver god and I adore it. So much meaning in a few words...beautiful.
Agreed. Hope you're well, Monica. :)