As I walked out the garage door, and looked to my right. I could see the Waxing Gibbous moon, nearly full, glowing white in the still, blue sky. It was dusk and the sun had slipped to the horizon and was quickly disappearing. Last night the sky was streaked with fury red. Tonight it was a pale defused orange color.
Uriah and I walked towards the front pond, instead of on the back path. The path was still under an inch of water, and slippery. With the sun going down, I was afraid I would fall into the pitch black mud. Not my idea of a fun night.
Staring into the blue sky, I found it hard to differentiate between the summer sky at dusk and this sky. There was only one cloud, possibly Cirrus, splattered over head looking very much like a flattened out tornado. Its bottom point aimed at the setting sun, while the large cone top swirled above my head.
Uriah came over and leaned against my leg. He was still nervous from the gun fire all afternoon. I have a neighbor who loves to target shot. For hours…
“Its okay,” I whispered, as I rubbed his face. “He isn’t shooting anymore.”
At that moment, shots rang out; to be precise, six times the gun, sounded like a 22. Uriah stood up, then sat down and sighed heavily.
“Come on, boy.” I patted my leg as I walked away from Uriah. “At least he’s not shooting the big stuff.”
I really have to learn how to be quiet. Two shots rang out, with an intense deep, BOOM! BOOM! Those shots vibrated through the ground.
I called Uriah to walk around the pond, and gave him a Milkbone dog biscuit, which made him happy. While the there was still light he needed his exercise. I was relieved, when he decided to trotted on ahead.
A waft of warm barbeque air disturbed the cold, damp wood smell, but only in small pockets. Odd! I took four steps and I walked into a cold, damp woody smell. Then, I moved forward two more steps, into warm air smelling like hot dogs and summer. It had to do with the lack of a breeze. The air was extremely still.
All, this was making me hungry.
An angry Cardinal clicked high in the trees; another one closer towards the house answered the first. I wondered if they were upset with me, or whoever had a fire going? More than likely it was the shooting that went on all afternoon.
I turned as I reached the driveway. Now I was facing towards the house. The moon hung in the sky above the roof like the star of Bethlehem.
The shooting stopped. The birds were still talking in the trees, and the light was fading fast.
My pace picked up as I followed Uriah to the house. I have a piece of pumpkin pie left. I just hope my husband can see my name is written on it…
Picture from – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phases_of_the_Moon.png#filelinks
8 replies on “Moon Phases and Sunsets”
Poor Uriah and all the other animals who were disturbed by the shooting! My daft cat refuses to go out at all at the moment because *I’ve* made it all wet and nasty out there.
Lou,
Your cat sounds like a sweetheart.
Thank you for commenting.
Gerardine Baugh
Greetings Gerardine,
Discovered your blog tag surfing for poetry and dropped in to explore and read. You write warmly, with depth and an almost mystical quality. I certainly enjoyed looking around and will return.
Purple,
Thank you for your kind words.
Gerardine Baugh
Damn that neighbor and his shooting. When a friend of mine complained about hunters on his property the police told him “It’s ok, they’re just drinkin’ beer and shootin'”!! What about all the bullets that go where they’re not supposed to and kill someone? Uriah needs a bright orange coat. 🙂
Rebecca,
I think dyeing his hair would be easier. He ate his collar what would he do with a coat?:-)
Gerardine
I truly enjoy meeting people who look up occasionally. The sky is a treasure trove of beauty and truth. Few people know what gibbous or cirrus mean. Nor do they know that that “bright star” is really Jupiter. And everyone should enjoy the blessing of a “Fury” red sky.
Keep looking up,
Tim
Tim, thank you for your wonderful comments.
Gerardine