tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post5150450156828933792..comments2024-03-28T08:23:22.133-04:00Comments on Beyond the Fields We Know: The Wolf Moon of Januarykerrdelunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779897207670867347noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-44700098774221691842013-04-01T03:45:03.780-04:002013-04-01T03:45:03.780-04:00These days i love sitting in front of my wood stov...These days i love sitting in front of my <a href="http://www.naglefireplaces.com/stoves" rel="nofollow">wood stove</a> with a coffee and a movie. Your description is really good about different moons but that wolf thing is really creepy. Donal Finnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15106464177712697690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-11441182156993796732013-01-27T12:14:24.298-05:002013-01-27T12:14:24.298-05:00I love your moon photos. The wolf moon was very po...I love your moon photos. The wolf moon was very powerful here even though it had to come through fog to show itself. Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-49252867186207983362013-01-27T07:01:21.581-05:002013-01-27T07:01:21.581-05:00Snow and cold and timber wolves and geese and fire...Snow and cold and timber wolves and geese and firewood and owls...so much beauty in a single post. <br /><br />I only found out about the different names for the month's moons recently, and then I got obsessed. There is a poet named Ruth Padel who wrote a series of poems around the different moons; I thought you might like to read them. This one is September's poem: <br /><br />September: Blood Moon, Wine Moon<br /><br />Grape-cluster. Sacrifice. Pigs killed for winter<br />provision. Adults and cubs<br />look the same now: sorrelflame, split<br />conker, goldfish, marmalade; a splinter<br />of sanguine chrysanthemum,<br />tangerine sparkler-head, lit.<br /><br />You meet him, your late summer fox, as you turn<br />off the lights, zipping back from a night with your girl,<br />and watch St Pancras' pinnacles<br />stamp phosphorous ribbons on a glory sky<br />of wine-dark lily, dawnglow apricot.<br /><br />Here he is, sniffing. Those scenting-cells<br />wind you exactly. No mange, and no moult.<br />Parade of white shirtfront. A flame, horizontal,<br />with ears (one back, and one forward);<br />gilt eyes under fox-frown. And not - till<br />you brake, stop the engine - afraid. <br /><br />Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03035560366555484918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-1803040750715856632013-01-27T06:42:48.455-05:002013-01-27T06:42:48.455-05:00At this moment the same moon is setting over the C...At this moment the same moon is setting over the Catskills... I have wrapped in warm quilts and watch from my window as light fills my room - <br /><br />What beauty you have captured with your camera and pen ...Thank youEndmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13711896605197134394noreply@blogger.com