Sunday, June 02, 2013

Fire Moon

Through the smoke of distant fire
Drawn into the dusky sky
Growing stronger - rising higher
There it met my eye
Its glow was sure - a firey red
A pagan sight it's true
From the sleeping sun it fed
And yet it was quite blue


Val Poore said...

Beautiful riddle, Dale! I cannot figure out what this one means :-)

Dale said...

It is a re-post of a poem I wrote several years ago.
It came to mind while riding home in the boat one hot, smoky night during fire season at the end of July.
The second full moon of the month rose, stained vermillion, through the haze.
It was stunning!

Ygraine said...

Oh how beautiful this sight must have been! How I wish I could have been there to see it for myself.:)

A Heron's View said...

Magically light and airy