The 60-Second Sabbath

moon

  • Moonlight

    They call it lunacy,this peculiar feelingbrought on by moonlightwrapping the pines in silver. Life moves beneath branches,and my heart leapsbetween fear and anticipation.  Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Winter Moon

    Jet-black branchesframe a  round, cream moon,soon to set. Earlierwhen I first shuffled into the kitchen–    to feed the cats,    to start the coffee–the moon rode above the trees,a perfect circle of frozen white. It shifts coloras it nears… Continue reading

  • The Spider

    The spider sits on a twigwhere the woods give wayto the sea's ragged edge.The moon, glowing like mother-of -pearl,has risen from the watery horizon. Spin me a web,"I say,"from here to the tranquil lakes of the moon,that I may ascendto… Continue reading

  • Liquid Moon

    Last nightI halted at the pond's edge; the moon had donated her fullnessto the water's textureless surface. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Bargaining with the Moon

    Last nightwe bargained with the moon;"Your light," we said,"for this handful of dimes." The moon shook,spinning silver slivers across the sky,strands of light like firelies and summer sparklers."It's not my light," she laughed. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading

  • Mind Grinding

    "Get out of my way!"I say to my mind."Stop bleating and blaring and blocking mewith endless analysis,with relentless reasoning." It does that.It can grind perfectly lovely creativity right into the pavement. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading