James Wright, “Beginning” …
Supermoon, November 2016
James Wright
“Beginning”
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
Note: “The November full moon … is at its closest position to Earth since Jan. 26, 1948, about 30,000 miles nearer than it typically is.” – Real-Time News
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sam of the 10,000 things 
Oh, how beautiful, Sam. I have a James Wright collection here in my bookcase that I have to spend more time with. “A Blessing” is one of my all-time favorite poems. xxoononnie
On Mon, Feb 13, 2017 at 8:36 AM, sam of the 10,000 things wrote:
> samofthetenthousandthings posted: ” James Wright “Beginning” > The moon drops one or two feathers into the field. The dark wheat > listens. Be still. Now. There they are, the moon’s young, trying Their win” >