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Little Birch Moon

birches

photo: Sarah Fuhro

 

This little birch moon

is slipping out into dark

night, stepping away

from the lights and music

of the bustling cabin.

 

When the moon

has her darkness,

she takes it in silence.

Going out she leans against

the great dark tree,

and looking straight up,

recalls sailing in that tree top

as a full and flying moon.

 

Moon feels the bark

against her tired spine.

In the dark,

and all alone, by herself,

she gives birth

to the next little moon.

 

This little birch moon

is slipping out into dark

night, stepping away

from the lights and music

of the bustling cabin.

 

When the moon

has her darkness,

she takes it in silence.

Going out she leans against

the great dark tree,

and looking straight up,

recalls sailing in that tree top

as a full and flying moon.

 

Moon feels the bark

against her tired spine.

In the dark,

and all alone, by herself,

she gives birth

to the next little moon.

 

Sarah Fuhro

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Moon talks to the fishes.

troutphoto: Robert Fuhro

Each year at this time, the full Moon in Virgo is  opposite the Sun in Pisces.  Virgo Moon refines and rearranges emotions.  She needs a sense of order in the environment to be comfortable and at ease, and then she gets the work done. Pisces is a water sign, any form of organization is based upon the fluid memory of water.   Pisces is known for fog, illusion, spiritual impulse.  Virgo gathers in the harvest,  Pisces, the last sign of the zodiac, releases what is finished from the year’s cycle.  But here’s how they work well together: Virgo Moon can materialize the spiritual impulse of Pisces, and communicate it to the world at large.

figure with fish color

                                          photo: Bruce Lhuillier

This year the Sun is very close to Neptune, her modern ruler. A little further on we have Mercury, Venus and Chiron also in this mystic sign. Whatever luminosity was available from a Pisces Sun is fogged over with Neptune’s sea foam. To speak with Pisces is to release expectation.  Fish talk is wet and confusing. If Virgo Moon tries to hold a rational exchange with this mystical crew of planets in Pisces, she might do better with poetry.

twilight on lake late BL

                   photo: Bruce Lhuillier

Journey by Water       Sarah Fuhro

At night I ride my coracle,
to the dark shore, silver Moon

of the tree filled island,

where I will meet my dreams.

 

The last notes of twilight play out,

as I approach,
push myself forward,
in my round leather boat,

into the slender reeds,
the dark water washed shore.

I put aside the slender pole
no further use for rudder, for oar.

First I lower my human foot

into the cold wet,
sharp fanged swamp,
in a moment,

pause to recollect:
I carry with me, fish shoes,

silver scaled, soft as silk.

With these I know myself,

amphibious, and supple!

Both feet touch bottom,
and I push my coracle to shore.

Sphinx in Fogg BL

                       photo: Bruce Lhuillier

 The full Moon in Virgo is a good time to analyze the dreams of Pisces. This is especially true this time because Neptune is close to the Sun, and the power of dreams, mystical experiences, music and poetry is doubly abundant. This degree of Virgo has a Sabian Symbol with the keyword: Unveiling. Neither beauty nor ugliness can be hidden during this full Moon. But to know which is beauty and which ugly is a task for the trained initiate.

Virgo is very much about hidden secrets, which allows the soul to work in seclusion.  Pisces is the perfect partner to penetrate the engima.  This full Moon become a visionary, a seer, a mystic, a poet, a channel to the hidden realms.

The Visionary                                            photo: Sarah Fuhro

 An enigmatic figure, Black Moon Lilith, watches both Virgo Moon and Pisces Sun. She demands we give up expectation in exchange for letting wonder happen. Lillith is the frustration of women and the feminine in palpable form, when out of balance with the masculine. At this moment, there is a world wide transformation of the feminine in each of us and in social structures which are in a state of positive chaos.

Woman with Spear BL

                                           photo: Bruce Lhuillier

The Virgo full Moon is already very beautiful several days in advance. Bask in her light; know that she is a harbinger of spring. The seeds of which Virgo gathered in the harvest season now fall upon the receptive wet earth of Pisces.  The mystery and poetry of this Moon will give us the key to the new season. The Sabian Symbol for the degree of Chiron explains what is happening behind the scene: ‘A fertile garden under the full moon reveals a variety of full-grown vegetables.’

Full Moon in Virgo 2018

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WILLOW on the cape                                        photo: Sarah Fuhro

Willow Wand

 

 

When the wind sweeps

 

the basket of my body,

 

I feel each of the ribs,

 

once Willow’s wands,

 

which bent and swayed

 

near water, under Moon.

 

 

I know myself water,

 

tears and sparkling smiles,

 

laughter and shadow,

 

the form transformed,

 

pushed by the torrent

 

or held in the trickle.

 

 

Sarah Fuhro   May 22, 2015

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Locked Out

 

Locked out, vacant,

I wander the night canyons.

 

Lost is the map home.

 

My form gathers shape,

 

fast approach of shadow

 

under the street light,

 

a sinister presence,

 

then races backwards

 

till it passes me again.

 

 

The wind carries messages

 

back to the source.

 

The roar tells me

 

I approach the sea.

 

 

If ever I needed wisdom,

 

now is the moment

 

for the Rabbit to speak,

 

for the Owl

 

to puncture my darkness.

 

locked door BL

photo: Bruce Lhuillier

 

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Wolf pit lynn woods BL

Merlin Goes Underground   Sarah Fuhro

Master of Magic,

Merlin bends his silver locks,

He enters dark earth.

A tomb, a womb,

a castle underground

now his kingdom.

 

Some say lovely Ninevah

willed him there.

Foolish in his dotage,

was he easy prey to illusions

of fairy women

with their watery tricks

who wished him extinguished

in the cold, moist ground?

 

Is it true they wanted him

covered over with leaves,

compost for another age,

when powers of a new sort

might rescue him from cold storage?

 

Did he enter his cave, his tomb,

his hole in the ground

under the illusion

he was scheduled for a lover’s tryst

in some lovely castle

built of spun sugar and spite?

 

Or is this the story of a confluence?

Two streams come together,

blend their crystal waters,

deep beneath the earth

in joyous union.

 

Did they run underground together,

She of the shining eyes,

and old Merlin the wise?

Did they burble up, twined and blended

to emerge in the holy springs,

the red and the white waters

of Avalon, the Isle of Glass?

 

Was there a sacred marriage

between the magician’s highway

in the Milky Way,

and the twirling spires of Caer Sidhi,

the land of starry faery,

that circles the earth;

and marks the journey of the Sun,

through twelve sacred seasons.

 

stairs in the woods BL

photos: Bruce Lhuillier

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Hound Love

Hound Love

beagle

                                       photo: Robert Fuhro

Hound Love

I love you,

my long eared,

wet nosed,

scarred and sacred

hound,

my beagle.

 

I know you

have other tasks,

as hound,

to find the scent,

nose to path,

the Sun’s arc

in your tail.

 

But I trail

after you,

hopeful, tender

to your needs,

yet out of range,

of your vision.

 

 

Sarah Fuhro January 21, 2018

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Text

Text

Today I will write a poem,
and send it to myself on Text.

I will hear the tiny ‘Ding,’
stop and wonder,
‘Who can it be?’

I will stop cooking,
halt in mid step,
or pull the car over,
and read the poem,
the poem I sent to me,
the composer, the poet.

I will send the poem
on the day of the Sun,
in the hour of Hermes,
the Magician, Mercury,
the Poet with wings,
the Healer, the messenger,
the Texter I awake.

Sarah Fuhro

7 January, 2018

                           photo: Bruce Lhuillier

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