There was a spectacular full moon on Saturday night-- so bright it looked like a street lamp through the bedroom window. And why was I awake to notice this? I don't know. But this was a special Perigee moon, the time of the month when the moon is closest to Earth. In case you missed it, two more "super moons" are coming up on August 10 and September 9.
My favorite moon poem is by Sylvia Plath, called The Moon and the Yew Tree.
The story goes she was living in England in a house near an old churchyard when her husband, the poet Ted Hughes, challenged her to write about the full moon rising above the yew tree in the graveyard. Sylvia obliged by coming up with something typically dark, creepy and wonderful.
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