Strawberry Moon
I couldn’t find her when I looked, at first…. She arrived late.
She was wild, a bit frivolous. Coquette.
She wouldn’t stay put for a moment or stop to say hello–
just flashed a dazzling smile at me over her shoulder
then disappeared–
A gliding, glittering, glimmering gem in the blackness of the woods.
She made a nest in the trees,
A pavilion high in the canopy
With interlacing arches and
Windows of domed branches.
A pavilion for a butterfly ball
but not for me.
Intangible.
Ephemeral.
I stood spellbound by the rhubarb
watching her light up the cerulean sky from her glittering black pavilion.
After the butterfly ball,
sometime around 3 am,
she slipped from the trees
and shone through my window…
Throwing moonbeam pebbles until I woke up.
And there she was.
Just glowing rosy cheeked and coy with her peachy-gold grin.
Whispering to me about summer around the corner
and all the fun she was going to have in these mountains….
Drinking Appalachian strawberry sunshine,
dancing under rose petal moonbeams,
and swimming through starry reflections of cerulean skies.
I told her I’d be right there with her.
Words and Photos by Lydia
