On Lunacy

Joan Miró  pinterest.com

Joan Miró      pinterest.com

Lunatics we are
moon`struck madmen
sitting out in moonlit darkness
while all the sane men
drift in dreams

By moon`light
the trees which by day
stand catching children’s kites
dance in the clearings
to clair de lune

Limb to limb
the alders the maples
spin around all robed in silver
across silver meadows
Coyotes howl

at midnight
as the breathless trees
lie down flat on sheets of satin
sighing trunk to trunk
at lunic love

“Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.” ~ Carl Sandburg

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Lunacy

  1. a most lovely affliction

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  2. What lovely images you created for me. Thank you, Peter.

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