Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Garden Blogger's Muse Day

Osage Moon

Prairie Preserve,
Pawhuska, Oklahoma

The moon
is a soft pinprick
in a sky
so expansive
even Ursa
Major seems minor.
A dog barks
and ghost voices
echo down Indian song—
piercing the Osage hills.
Grasses are weather-worn
and wild; wild-
flowers lay dormant—
everything abides green days.
Besides, cold weather slants
in from the north, taking the plains,
where a few days ago
hot winds came
up from the Gulf of Mexico,
fooling the dogwood,
and fires seared the earth
the color of burnt toast.
Miles, miles of dry grass
and sky
in every direction--
binding grasses,
four-color wildflowers,
and forbs pressed between pages,
tangled in bluestem.
And there, where bison stood
at noon, sheltered
by blackjack oak,
only shadows—
unruly apparitions,
under the Osage moon,
awaiting the culling
of their existence.

Scott Edward Anderson

Muse \Muse\, v. t.
1. To think on; to meditate on.
Come, then, expressive Silence, muse his praise. --Thomson.

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Blogger Carolyn gail said...

Thank you, Gloria, that was a beautiful poem.

1/8/07 10:08 PM  
Blogger The Green Skeptic said...

Thank you, Gloria for sharing my poem "Osage Moon" with your readers! As Walter Lowenfels wrote, "One reader is a miracle; tow, a mass movement." I always try to remember that...if your readers are interested in reading more:

Thank you again.


15/9/07 10:56 PM  

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