'ONE WALKS, SEEMINGLY ALONE WITH THE NIGHT' ~ NOVEMBER FULL MOON

“Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.”

~ Hal Borland

~ November Full Moon

'Freezing Moon'

(Gashkadino-giizis (oog ~ Ojibwe)

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"Autumn Evening. Dusk comes early and the evening breeze whispers in the newly fallen leaves. The Dipper hangs low on the northern horizon annd Vega is almost overhead, still dimmed by the lingering glow of sunset an hour ago. No bird sings. No katydid rasps. Sere corn blades rustle in the roadside field. The drought-low brook creeps, almost silent across the meadow, livened only by the glint of strengthening starlight in its lingering pools.

One walks, seemingly alone with the night and the universe. But as the dusk deepens the eight-hoot call of the barred owl is heard from the far hillsdie. Then silence again, and one's own footsteps in the leaf-strewn road. A farm dog barks in the distance and on the highway down the valley a truck growls into a lower egar for the long grade over the hilltop. And now the silent stars gleam beyond the thinning treetops.

The owl eight-hoots again and one knows he is not alone, even in the starlit immensity of the autumn night."

~ Hal Borland

(Twelve Moons of the Year)