Posts Tagged ‘moon’


The Scribe’s away.
I’m on my own.
She is so far
Away from home.
But not for long
She’ll be back soon
And then I’ll jump
Over the moon.


I know, a weak attempt, but the Scribe is away and I’m left here figuring this out all on my own. It’s a challenge. The only apple I’m familiar with is the one you eat!

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock … with Scribe in tow.

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011

Winter Moon

Winter moon through window gleams
In radiant glowing icy streams
And through the bars into the aisle
It casts a glow that makes me smile.

For somehow from its lofty place
Its light beams on a special space
Just fifteen feet across the floor —
A sack with carrots by the score.

In moon’s embrace to me they call
But I’m secure within my stall.
Indeed it isn’t fair to be
So tortured by moon’s reverie.


They are there and I am here;
Oh, so far while oh, so near.
So winter moon, please go away,
For carrots I must wait til day.

* * *

Oh, the torture! To see what you want so close at hand and not be able to have it … yet.

Thank goodness for the word “yet.” It leaves room for possibility. In this case the possibility that when the beautiful winter moon has bid farewell for the day the scribe will soon enter the barn, dip a practiced hand into that tantalizing sack of orange root vegetables, extract a few and place them lovingly into my waiting bucket for my eating pleasure. Just the thought of it whisks me into the vortex of possibility.

In truth, it is the glowing winter moon that allows me to see that even when the night is at its darkest it is still possible to focus on the target of my desire. This keeps the possibility of the dream, i.e. a bucket full of carrots, alive … notwithstanding the sometimes excruciating wait.

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011