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If the weather permits, many of us will get to view yet another Supermoon and this particular one – according to those at http://www.space.com – is suppose to be the largest Supermoon this year for a couple of reasons:  First, the lunar perigee (point in its orbit closest to the earth) will be the closest for the year 2013, and secondly, 32 minutes later, the moon will officially turn full.  The timing of these two events are what will make it the biggest full moon of the year.

And it will continue to “appear” to be full for a couple of days.  They use the word ‘appear’ because, to the casual observer, imperceptibly and theoretically, the exact time of the full moon lasts just a moment.

So, to coincide with this event, I will re-post my poem of last year on May 6, 2012…..Supermoon.



                                                           (Tim Mccord photo of 2012 Supermoon)



The last strands of daylight are consumed by the dusk,
two geese glide overhead sounding noisy and brusque
there’s a calmness on the prairie; a slight stir in the trees.
the paper I’m reading bends to the breeze
and we all await ….the Supermoon.

The small moon sits ominously atop the horizon like a cap
due east from where I’m sitting with my dog in my lap
here on the porch leading out to the deck
as we wait for the moon to change from a speck
and we hope that that change…. is soon.

The city lights are twinkling five miles to the east
the moon’s in its climb and transforming to a beast
The crickets are clicking and the frogs sing their tune
a hoot owl hoots and, expectantly, the coyote will…. soon
as the little speck is now big and wide.

From where I am sitting it’s hidden by the trees
as I grab my binoculars and stumble through leaves
fresh fallen on the yard as if it were fall
and I’ll mow them again and not get them all
but for now I’ll just kick them aside.

Imperceptibly has appeared a glow in the dark
on the grass, ‘cross the fields, on the buildings and bark
of the trees now stilled by a silence unknown
and an eerie sensation all around has grown
as the Supermoon shines from above.

The hairs on my neck all raise in salute.
The moment is mystical; profoundly acute.
The city lights are dimmer like the light from each star.
The glow has now faded…. here and afar
but the ”glow”  moment we shared….was loved.

© copyright 2012 t. j. gargano


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There Is a Place

There Is a Place


There is a place I want to go
beyond the moon and on
where time has swallowed dreams I know;
where loved ones may have gone.
And maybe I won’t find a thing
but, at least, I want to try.
I want to try one time….before I die.

And how to find this place I feel
that’s brightened by the moon.
And if I do….will I conceal
or weaken and impugn?
Or will I choose to keep it hid
so nobody’ll ever know….
this place where even heaven gets its glow.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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Prairie Night

As much as I love the mountains, it is the prairie where I have lived all my life.  And the prairie is full of mystique and wonder, even today with all the sprawling communities that have compromised its uniqueness.  Still, it is fun to find a quiet spot on a quiet night ‘neath a million stars and, sitting there, listen for a hoot owl, or a coyote’s call or deer side-swiping through the thicket.  Listen….

Prairie Night

A cradle moon hangs quietly, spinning moonbeams in the sky.
A field mouse sees its twinkle in an owl’s distant eye.
And a beaver in the creek and a possum in a tree,
go on with what they’re doing, made easier by the light
that comforts those sleeping in the quiet prairie night.

The hooting of a hoot owl spears the thick and silent dark,
joined in chorus, sometimes, by a dog’s faint distant bark.
A fox guards his borough from raccoon near by
skirmishing for food, their eyes shining bright,
piercing the darkness of the late prairie night.

A sudden gust of wind brings a murmur from the trees
as the darkened, shadowy sentinels are startled by the breeze.
A doe and her babies sneak quietly to the stream,
ever so cautious of what lurks in the light
sent from above to adorn the prairie night.

The sky is full of twinkling stars,
streaks of clouds are high and thin.
The moon is brightly shining but
where is the prairie wind?

The trees stand in silence.
The crickets chirp in tune.
Haze hides the horizon
as a mystical stillness looms.

Farmstead lights shine faintly
like the city lights from afar.
The prairie night is winning
but the prairie morn’s, not far.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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