Red Moon, Read

Friday, March 14, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Blood Moon!

Ma gets to see Her shadow.

Why’s it red?

A good question.

Shadow and light, what happens at night, hid but always there… a good question.

For a ghost. O/

Might as well ask a scientist what your shadow is for while you ask them to shed some light on why The World’s shadow is red.

Every shadow is red.

There’s a story that explains it.

Don’t bother searching for it.

It’s here.

Gotta find me first. 🤫👻

Stories and shadows on The Moon are best discovered at certain times.

Until that certain time.

Hello. O/

Lost my manners to The Blood Moon.

How’s the day?

Ma’s shadow is on the other side of The Moon… time for Spring!

Get your green on; it’s game on.

Strange practical morning today.

Anytime The Moon crowds the conversation romance is involved.

Just a guy, his dog, some love poems and thoughts of you here.

¿Dónde estás chica bonita?

Spring wants what’s new.

How about me and you?

Moonlight keeps The World alive, rushes the tide, makes a bride of the beach; waters water with a way to fly.

Rain to rain down a purposeful dance called creation.

Life, and so Love, aren't possible without The Moon’s insistence to hold on.

Lovers embrace best at night under the reminder of Moonlight.

Get a poet writing on The Moon and you have an all day-fest of words on Love’s persistent insistence to make Life, to Keep Life Going.

Night light cheers on the day to make and make and make more and more and more.

Spring: Game on, get your green on.

Take care and make and make and make a wonderful day-or-night day.