Full Worm Moon

As I drove home from doggie class last night, the clouds parted to let the full moon almost burst forth. This full moon is also a supermoon (close to the Earth) and it was mesmerizing. At a stoplight, I sat too long and the person behind me honked their horn.

The March full moon is called the Full Worm Moon since March is when earthworm casts begin to appear which heralds the eminent return of robins and spring. I was thinking of a classic Basho haiku about the moon, but I couldn’t find it. I did find this nice one of his (in this translation from the Japanese, it loses its traditional meter but I like the rhythm)

The pine tree of Shiogoshi
Trickles all night long
Shiny drops of moonlight.

And in looking around, I also found this very nice one:

but for a moment
the moon shall rest on the sea
drifting with the tide

Are you enjoying this week’s full/super moon? Any poetry you care to share? Or songs?

 

35 thoughts on “Full Worm Moon”

  1. the moon it was a super moon
    it was shining up there bright
    it was war here in march 2020
    a calm and shining night

    the dogs go out and come back in
    3 or 4 times and hour
    the full moon makes them skiddish
    cranks up the anxious power

    the full moon has an effect ‘
    for sure i have been told
    left handed folks come out in groves
    lots of weird stuff gets sold

    the mystery’s of the full moon toll
    has long been voodoo stuff
    the light is there and so are you
    but consequence may be tough

    even a man who is pure in heart
    and says his prayers by night,
    may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
    and the autumn moon is bright

    luckily its march right now
    so we can just enjoy the glow
    and send a kiss up to the stars
    just pucker up and blow

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  2. Hi-

    An oldie but a goodie.

    Township election day. I’m up for election this year for another 3 year term. I do hope I win the seat again. I am unopposed and I don’t think I’ve upset too many residents so…
    I’ll let you know in the morning. 🙂

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  3. Child Moon by Carl Sandburg

    THE child’s wonder
    At the old moon
    Comes back nightly.
    She points her finger
    To the far silent yellow thing
    Shining through the branches
    Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
    Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
    And in her bed fading to sleep
    With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

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