The moon tonight and I...

A vibrant portrait of a poet with a pen in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other, sitting up against a tree, looking up into the night sky at the second full-moon of the month, not glowing of the blue it is named for, but so bright on a crystal clear night, one can write poetry beneath its ambient glow in the ambiance of nature...
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That's very thoughtful of you, thank you.  It’s a beautiful moon tonight.  :) No it’s never blue.  Not that I’ve ever seen.   I didn't see it rise though tonight.  The most amazing moon I ever saw was rose pink.   Once in a blue moon, instead of the ones that are crimson or orange rising – there will be the most awesome pink.   When the moon is colorful it has just left the horizon and truly magnificent.  


 It reminded me:

Blushing pink is the approach of the padparadscha sun
nestled in the golden cradle that dissolves to lift it,
a paradox that lies beyond the grip of my mind,
blushing pink is the approach of the padparadscha sun.   I am that.

thank you for the comment :)  enjoy the moon shine.

Lovely, Pish. I'm looking up at her now, pulling me toward her.

Ah, its so sweet to see you, Ahavati:)  The moon, its still so gorgeous even tonight, waning and weaving in and out from behind the clouds.  Its just so pretty out.  

I kinda miss a warm, after dinner brandy by a fire after a meal.  I don't think many people do that any longer.

I saw the moon last night. It lit up the sky. I did not have any brandy though. Lovely little poem Pisha

You're such a sweetheart, thank you.  :) I didn't have any either. The moon lets me reflect.  It was only the memory of drinking brandy wine from a mason jar that hit me.

Honestly I can't relate to the poem but I love the blend of words, such a poem I'll like to read
while having a glass of brandy.

That's sweet of you and your honesty's refreshing.   We should all reflect the open light as our heart absorbs the moon shine, and definitely have a glass of brandy wine now and then. Thank you for the lovely complement.  :)

shot for shot :)

Lets have a belt :)  

Although I've never had brandy, I still loved the poem.

And I loved hearing that; it means a lot.  Thank you, Leena :)