Poetry Friday: The Moon and I

It’s Poetry Friday!

We’ve been enjoying incredible weather in my area of the northeast this past week. Plus, the full Hunter’s Moon has been a constant guest, hovering in clear skies. I go out every night to watch, mesmerized by its beauty so much that I almost can’t look away. One morning on my way to a yoga class it was still there, full and round, like a ghost of itself. And still, I couldn’t stop gazing.

My encounters with the moon this week reminded me of that time when you are just meeting a new love – you want to know everything and can’t stop looking, reaching out, stealing a soft touch. Perhaps the moon and I are lovers, I thought.

In Fall

The moon and I are lovers,
cradled in clear skies and crisp air,
caught in the embrace
of a seductive gaze,
lingering long
into the morning light.

We study each
crevice and crack,
curve and shadow
of being,

exchanging unspoken promises.

Photo from Pixabay.

Jone has the roundup today here with a special ode to candy corn. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness, and thanks for reading today.

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Poetry Friday: Harvest

It’s Poetry Friday and the round up is here!

A couple of weeks ago I participated in Poetry Friday friend Jone Rush MacCulloch’s Poetry Salon. Jone used the word “harvest” as our prompt. I started by brainstorming ideas – scents, wreaths, fruits, memories, good deeds – anything that could be harvested. What surprised me was that I not only wrote something that morning, but at other times throughout the week. Small snippets inspired by a single word and the thoughts shared by others in the community.

Harvest Memories

I light my harvest wreath candle
filling the air with scents of cinnamon and spice,
scents that call to mind

stuffing scarecrows,
carving jack-o-lanterns,
baking just-picked apples into pie
after pie after pie.

Memories harvested long ago,
tucked into my heart
for safe keeping.
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

I was also inspired by a lovely bouquet of flowers from my daughter on my birthday.

Autumn Harvest

gold meets purple in
an explosion of color
harvesting beauty
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

I hope you are harvesting something wonderful this week.

And on a more personal note:
Because October is breast cancer awareness month, and because I was recently diagnosed, I feel the need to be an advocate for early detection (part of my journey). Please remember to stay informed, ask questions, and keep up with yearly mammograms. It’s important.

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Poetry Friday: Goodbye Zinnias

It’s Poetry Friday! Margaret has the roundup today at Reflections on the Teche where she shares thought-provoking poems she created by responding to the inspiration of others. Be sure to stop by to soak up her inspiring thoughts and for lots more poetry goodness.

Last weekend the northeast was walloped by a nor’eastern storm. There was a lot of damage, especially along the coast. More inland, we had a few days of wind and rain. The sun is still reluctant to make an appearance. I was sad to say an early goodbye to the zinnias who never fail to brighten my mood.

An Early Goodbye

All summer, zinnias
blossomed a rainbow garden
for butterflies, bees—
and me!

I expected their cheery blooms
to last ‘til fall’s first frost,
but that was not meant to be.

Wind and rain
proved way too much, too all-at-once.
Stems withered, blooms wilted…

until only a few remained.

This morning, zinnias
blossomed on the table,
steadfast in joy and remembrance.
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

Thanks for reading!

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Poetry Friday: And Suddenly It’s Fall

tangled
on the pale spires
of the broken flowers
of the lost summer

-Mary Oliver

It’s Poetry Friday!

Right on cue, the weather reminded us that this week marked the beginning of fall. The lines above from “The Snowshoe Hare” by Mary Oliver also reminded me that fall is in the air and inspired these lines. Although I love the word “autumn” (probably a more poetic word), sometimes “fall” just fits.

The Garden in Fall

is filled with fading flowers
bending now toward the earth
remembering summer
remembering sun
ready to sleep in rich black soil
remembering life
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

I also found several of my previously written poems about why fall is a favorite time of year. Here’s the latest version of an older one:

For the Love of Fall  

mountain’s quilt of red yellow orange
cool, crisp air kissing cheeks
the smoky scent of a crackling bonfire
everything pumpkin (and pumpkin everything)
warm afternoons, cool evenings
apple picking
football kicking
honking geese
Halloween
that oh-so-close harvest moon
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

Whether autumn or fall, I hope this one is happy, healthy, and spectacular for all of you!

Tricia has the round up today at The Miss Rumphius Effect where she introduces us to the inner confessions of her sometimes-naughty dog. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

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Poetry Friday: Recalling Fall

It’s Poetry Friday!

Thanks to Margaret Simon, I was inspired to check out the September poetry prompts offered by Audrey Gidman here. In addition to the prompts, I am also finding many new poems and poets. Yesterday’s challenge was to read “If You Have Had Your Midnights” by Mari Evans, then write a two-stanza poem in her style, beginning each stanza as she did – the first with “If you” and the second with “I.”

To the Hummingbird Who Visits Daily
(after Mari Evans)

If you have had
your fill at the feeder
and it has laden
your tiny belly
with nourishment

I seek you safety as you journey
and joy
and insects along the way
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

I can never write today’s date without remembering the events of this day twenty-five years ago. Here’s a small offering

In Remembrance

as buildings collapse
bravery knows no bounds
heroes among us

Linda has the roundup today at Teacher Dance where she is also remembering. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

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