What Else Could I Do?

Morning Moon Over The Delaware River

The moon rose through shadows,
to sing a farewell song
over forests and rocks turning softly pink
in the dawn. And I watched—
what else could I do? Ask
if I am moon-mad to hear the whispers
in the wind. Red-tipped trees sigh
in the breath of ancient cycles,
as time passes like the soft brush of heron’s wing.
The geese in flight call, savor this,
and the river murmurs through light and darkness–
listen.

The Oracle obviously comes with me on my early morning walks. The last few days have been beautiful.

27 thoughts on “What Else Could I Do?

  1. I love this poem!! Its beauty left me a little breathless. I’ve saved the following line in my “favorite metaphors & similies” folder:

    “as time passes like the soft brush of heron’s wing.”

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