New Poetry

Truth to Tell

Wendy W. Blumberg

I Love these days

Letting go their light

Into a darkening sky

Late in an autumn’s

Afternoon

As the sun descends

Over the waiting ocean

Sends its final rays

Against the side

Of a distant hill

A canvas for many shades

Of mauve

That signal the end

Of day

 

I love the hints of

Coming night

Street lights on

House windows lit from

Within

Are there children

Around a kitchen table

Heads bent over books

Pencils in hands

Logs in a fireplace

Ready to burn away

A season’s chill

 

Then images of the many

With no place of their

Own

Nowhere to go

Push their way into my

Thoughts

Of home     of comfort

Full bellies

Stark realities of days

Growing shorter     nights longer

Colder

It is a duality of feelings

Inside me

Long in my life

Have I Loved fall’s dwindling

Days

Loved a friendly dark

Closing in

But there are two sides

To this picture

I would it were not

So

Would it were not

So

Not so

The Eclipse Super Blood Moon

Wendy W. Blumberg 
 On the driveway 
 Of our home
 We stand together
 Heads back    looking up
 Into the black of the 
 Sky
 As the full moon
 Allows earth's shadow
 To cover the brilliance
 Of her light
 Slowly   but not truly
 Slow
 Her white light
 Disappears
 As tho a blanket
 Were being pulled
 Over her naked 
 Face
 
 You hold my hand
 You keep my feet
 Steady
 On the cement
 They stand upon
 It is a closeness
 An intimacy I feel
 Together
 Under the sky
 This gift from the natural
 World
 The Universe Itself
 Oh   thank you
 Thank you
 Thank you