Dark of the Moon

Chapter 32: Full Moon (Santa Barbara)

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A collection of lyric poems organized into thematic sections that dwell on natural landscapes, seasonal change, and intimate emotion. Short, image-driven pieces range from moonlit nights and coastal scenes to autumnal boulevards and secluded woods, often pairing precise sensory detail with reflections on longing, love, memory, and mortality. Portraits of individuals and quiet elegies appear alongside meditations on stars and tides, producing a restrained, musical voice that emphasizes transience and beauty through concise, resonant language.

Full Moon
(Santa Barbara)

I listened, there was not a sound to hear

In the great rain of moonlight pouring down,

The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,

And a light mist of silver lulled the town.

I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing

A broad white disk of flame,

And on the garden-walk a snail beside me

Tracing in crystal the slow way he came.