Day 275 of 366: Blog Challenge 2012
Today has dawned overcast and cold just when the second month of spring has begun. Still our calendar this month gives us the feeling of spring.
Hurray for the second month of spring, despite the weather! And thank you to young Alice (5) who drew this delightful picture which reminds us to be Healthy and Happy … and to brush our teeth (love that toothbrush and toothpaste in the picture!)
I received a poem in my email today entitled “The Harvest Moon” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It commences: “A touch of cold in the Autumn night/ It is the Harvest Moon!” It reminded me that on the other side of the world eg the northern hemisphere, the world is welcoming Autumn as we welcome in our Spring.
“The 2012 Harvest Moon is shining brightly and being enjoyed throughout the world on these September 29 and 30 nights. The Harvest Moon is the name for the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox.”
You see, when we were watching Riverfire on Saturday night, we noticed at the end of the fireworks, that the rain clouds parted and the full moon appeared – as if it was waiting for the fireworks to have pride of place before it put in an appearance. It was the full moon of The Spring Equinox.
Now I am not Henry Longfellow but I thought I should write a poem to testify to this event and so this morning, inspired by a lot of poetry about full moons on the website www.fullmoon.info I decided to write my own special poem for this occasion.
As well as my poem, I have also decided to show you some pictures in honour of the Spring Equinox in the southern hemisphere.
Next I have posted Longfellow’s poem and some photos of the Harvest Moon in various parts of the world in the northern hemisphere.
Friends, let us celebrate the two sides of the same coin. I give you:
The SPRING and HARVEST MOON
Spring Moon over Riverfire
How did I find you oh great full moon?
When fireworks lit up the sky’s stormy gloom?
Yet as we watched the dazzling array
Of exploding beauty having its way
And with fireworks now come to a close
We saw a parting cloud reveal a sight
Of a sleepy moon – round and bright
All of us looked and lingered awhile
Intrigued at the moon which had waited to smile …
And so with the evening now complete
We hopped on the City Cat and found a seat
With our hearts so full we headed for home
As the full moon above embraced us with its dome.
The Harvest Moon
…. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A touch of cold in the Autumn night
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
And so today we leave behind the Spring and Harvest Moon as each of us on both sides of the world welcome Spring and Autumn as they thrill us equally with their own special delights.
Until tomorrow …