Seasons Greetings

Posted: December 13, 2016 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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it’s 3am on this long hot Full Moon night

Comments
  1. shemann says:

    lovely!

  2. I’m in love with this piece . . .

  3. Els says:

    Thank you so much for these Seasons Greetings Mo !!!
    What a gorgeous piece ! The Lunaria goes great with Luna
    All the best to you and your dear Old Man Crow too

  4. coloremartine says:

    Mo, thank you for such beauty…………….

  5. margaret johnson says:

    So gorgeous Mo…..Season’s Greetings to you and Rod too….OXOX

  6. sue says:

    I love this… and you’ve added a touch of magic to the season.. thank you

  7. That is so lovely, seasons greetings to you as well.

  8. vdbolyard says:

    and season’s greetings to you, dear mo!

  9. Liz says:

    Love the thought and the image

    • Mo Crow says:

      (((Helen))) I have no words left, just caving it reading “A Field Guide to Getting Lost on this scorchingly hot day, looking forward to the Southerly Buster cooling everything down this evening…

  10. Mo Crow says:

    “May we humans live in such a way that the land for whom we are grateful, will be grateful for our presence, in return.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer

  11. Yes indeed. I have been reading a little of Robin Wall Kimmerer – Braiding Sweetgrass every night for this past few moons..

  12. I’m totally in love with this piece, Mo! Seasons greetings to you as well!

  13. debgorr says:

    So very beautiful, wherever we find the moon. Picking up A Field Guide to getting lost from the library today, but I know I’m just going to get my own copy. 🙂

    • Mo Crow says:

      there is such reassurance in every phase of the Moon’s ever changing face, here’s a favourite poem by WB Yeats
      The Cat And The Moon

      The cat went here and there
      And the moon spun round like a top,
      And the nearest kin of the moon,
      The creeping cat, looked up.
      Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
      For, wander and wail as he would,
      The pure cold light in the sky
      Troubled his animal blood.
      Minnaloushe runs in the grass
      Lifting his delicate feet.
      Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
      When two close kindred meet.
      What better than call a dance?
      Maybe the moon may learn,
      Tired of that courtly fashion,
      A new dance turn.
      Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
      From moonlit place to place,
      The sacred moon overhead
      Has taken a new phase.
      Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
      Will pass from change to change,
      And that from round to crescent,
      From crescent to round they range?
      Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
      Alone, important and wise,
      And lifts to the changing moon
      His changing eyes.

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