Back Yard
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go — I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
by Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967)
[also Autumn / and more]
June Moonrise
I see them in the Evening
Go slowly, softly, through
Deep hedge-ways where the thrush sings late
And on the stile or at the gate
The coming of calm moonrise wait,
As we were wont to do.
Far up the land of brightness drawn
On dew-starred fields by that gentle dawn
Their young eyes see
Days that shall be,
And mine days that are gone.
from The Crowning of the Year (1937)
by Loyd Haberly (1896 – 1981)
[also May]
June 20, 2024 ~ 4:51 pm EDT
Full Strawberry / Rose / Hot / Honey Moon:
June 21, 2024 ~ 9:08 pm EDT
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