No reason the crescent moon
can’t scrape off pond scum
and see its face put on make-up
for its date with coyote,
wander hillsides before howling begins.
No reason at all.
No reason silence can’t
stand on its toes, sing
love songs to the cove that’s
so deep so alone by the shore
so ready for love.
No reason at all.
No reason that wind can’t
find a lover when daylight
has held its breath all night
waiting in a white dress
for a gentleman caller.
No reason at all.
No reason rain can’t explain
its sobriety to the river
that drinks all night never
leaves the party or stops dancing
but craves touch.
No reason at all.
No reason tree can’t lean
against the cold, stretch its limbs
around the ground that wants
to be held when stars
bend their light like violins.
No reason at all.
(Image by DWB)
Saragun Springs 
John
Welcome to the Springs. Enjoyed the little ironies in this one; it reads like a song in my mind.
I hope we see more from you soon.
Leila
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I liked the rhythm of this. Excellent lines. “for its date with coyote,”
Great images of nature and the hidden longings. A very engaging poem, reminds me of the great poets of the past and their connections with the natural world.
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John
The personification utilized in this poem creates unity even as it celebrates unity. The skillful use of repetition in this poem also creates and celebrates unity.
By “unity” I mean connection between the One and the All, whatever that means! And whatever it does mean (and it does mean something even though it’s too deep for words), you’ve captured it in this poem.
This poem is like a positive charge, fun to read, too. Great work, we look forward to presenting more of yours. Thanks for sending this.
Dale
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One of those poems that gets richer with every reading. What wonderful images. Talk about an arresting beginning; those first five lines would rouse the most jaded of readers. And ‘. . .when stars / bend their light like violins . . .’ Why those lines are so absolutely right I can’t say, but once read, they stay with you. An exceptionally fine note on which to end the week.
Geraint
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