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Rose, Hydrangea and A Poem

20 Oct

We have yet another bloom on our Golden Wedding bush and two more buds if they survive the storms.

I tried to take a photo of a lovely blue hydrangea for a reader that I know loves them but the wind was wild! I took a short video instead.

Daughter No 3 sent me this beautiful poem thinking it might qualify as a “beautiful thing.” It most certainly does. My photo is of the moon rising over St Agnes Beacon,  three weeks or so ago.

“If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month” by Cathy Ross

If the moon came out only once a month
people would appreciate it more. They’d mark it
in their datebooks, take a walk by moonlight, notice
how their bedroom window framed its silver smile.

And if the moon came out just once a year,
it would be a holiday, with tinsel streamers
tied to lampposts, stores closing early
so no one has to work on lunar eve,
travelers rushing to get home by moon-night,
celebrations with champagne and cheese.
Folks would stay awake ’til dawn
to watch it turn transparent and slowly fade away.

And if the moon came out randomly,
the world would be on wide alert, never knowing
when it might appear, spotters scanning empty skies,
weathermen on TV giving odds—“a 10% chance
of moon tonight”—and when it suddenly began to rise,

everyone would cry “the moon is out,” crowds
would fill the streets, jostling and pointing,
night events would be canceled,
moon-closure signs posted on the doors.

And if the moon rose but once a century,
ascending luminous and lush on a long-awaited night,
all humans on the planet would gather
in huddled, whispering groups
to stare in awe, dazzled by its brilliance,
enchanted by its spell. Years later,
they would tell their children, “Yes, I saw it once.
Maybe you will live to see it too.”

But the moon is always with us,
an old familiar face, like the mantel clock,
so no one pays it much attention.

Tonight
why not go outside and gaze up in wonder,
as if you’d never seen it before,
as if it were a miracle,
as if you had been waiting
all your life.

“If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month” by Cathy Ross, from If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month. © Forsythia Press, 2012.

I have tried to track down the poet but cannot find any contact to ask her permission to post it. L found it on another blog and I have contacted the blog writer who doesn’t know how to get in touch with Cathy Ross. If anyone out there can help, please do.

 

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3 responses to “Rose, Hydrangea and A Poem

  1. commonprose

    October 20, 2020 at 10:50 pm

    Love the blue hydrangea! And the rose is exquisite! In Flagstaff, we mostly have dirt and dry grass.

     
  2. utesmile

    October 20, 2020 at 7:22 pm

    I love hydrangeas, they used to be my dad’s favourite and there are so many in Cornwall, big bushes in front gardens. My dad loved them when he was there once. Yours had got a beautiful colour too.

     

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