Full Moons
Full Moons
by Rich Koster
Full Moons fill men with fall memories -
Round spun orb shining on crunchy trails,
Shimmering waters,
Hearts returning.
Moons Full move flight of male fantasies -
God’s maglite dancing to the river,
Light bonding lovers,
Souls still yearning.
“Let’s take a walk to the Clark Tower by the light of the harvest moon.”
Invite them, and they will come. And they did.
But did they have anything at all like my vision for the sort of aesthetic and sensory
adventure waiting just ahead?
We parked our cars, I turned my head just for a moment, and they’re off! Like a gaggle of
geese floating past the reflecting pool, it was chatter, chatter, flashlights waving, heads
down, souls blind, and we might just as well have been walking through the mall on an
early Saturday morning.
There were 9 of us the first night, 7 the next. Before we headed out I sat the 7 down and
invited them to put their flashlights in their pockets and discover the wonder of walking by
the light of the moon. I also invited them to walk slow and quiet and look around.
Which they did. For the first ten minutes or so. But by the time we got to Clark Tower the 7’
s chatter was nearly as loud and penetrating as the 9.
A month later I simply put a note in the bulletin, “Full Moon Walk at Pammel State Park.”
A couple people asked me about it but when the moment came I found myself the only one
there. True, I had heard rumors of a cougar seen prowling these woods. Is this why I find
myself tonight alone. I wondered.
The snow lay soft and gentle on the ground. Not a whisper of a breeze and a bright high
moon against a clear cobalt sky.
Oh! Two turkeys flushed just off the trail a few feet ahead. Then a coyote’s call just over
the ridge. Scratchings in the snow, and a print too large for a dog. Mmmm!
I stopped to listen. Nothing.
Rich Koster is the Editor of the UNIVERSALIST HERALD.
by Rich Koster
Full Moons fill men with fall memories -
Round spun orb shining on crunchy trails,
Shimmering waters,
Hearts returning.
Moons Full move flight of male fantasies -
God’s maglite dancing to the river,
Light bonding lovers,
Souls still yearning.
“Let’s take a walk to the Clark Tower by the light of the harvest moon.”
Invite them, and they will come. And they did.
But did they have anything at all like my vision for the sort of aesthetic and sensory
adventure waiting just ahead?
We parked our cars, I turned my head just for a moment, and they’re off! Like a gaggle of
geese floating past the reflecting pool, it was chatter, chatter, flashlights waving, heads
down, souls blind, and we might just as well have been walking through the mall on an
early Saturday morning.
There were 9 of us the first night, 7 the next. Before we headed out I sat the 7 down and
invited them to put their flashlights in their pockets and discover the wonder of walking by
the light of the moon. I also invited them to walk slow and quiet and look around.
Which they did. For the first ten minutes or so. But by the time we got to Clark Tower the 7’
s chatter was nearly as loud and penetrating as the 9.
A month later I simply put a note in the bulletin, “Full Moon Walk at Pammel State Park.”
A couple people asked me about it but when the moment came I found myself the only one
there. True, I had heard rumors of a cougar seen prowling these woods. Is this why I find
myself tonight alone. I wondered.
The snow lay soft and gentle on the ground. Not a whisper of a breeze and a bright high
moon against a clear cobalt sky.
Oh! Two turkeys flushed just off the trail a few feet ahead. Then a coyote’s call just over
the ridge. Scratchings in the snow, and a print too large for a dog. Mmmm!
I stopped to listen. Nothing.
Rich Koster is the Editor of the UNIVERSALIST HERALD.
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