Under winking stars
deer walk through the silent streets,
an owl hoots as she wings by
the raccoons having a party,
with fireflies pulsing their disco lights.
The moon is a smile in the sky,
she hums a lullaby
for families inside—now sleep.
Ida Waugh, 1881, [Public Domain in U.S], Wikipedia
This is a quadrille for dVerse. De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) has asked us to use some form of the word wink. I don’t think we’re going to see stars or moon tonight in NJ, but I hope we can go to sleep with some good news.
From the remains of the day
the Harvest Moon rises resplendent
Diana, the light-bearer, lingers,
reapers gather grains
sustaining bodies and souls
the tune echoes in a mother’s lullaby
(unaware of wars and strife)
babies sleep in peace
George Hemming Mason, “The Harvest Moon,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is a quadrille for the dVerse Open Link Night. I’ve paid tribute (tried to) to both the Harvest Moon and Kazuo Ishiguro, who won this year’s Nobel Prize in literature, announced yesterday.