If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me this year, it’s August’s last quarter moon, time to read Sharks. As I suggested before, we “circled back” to pick this one up, having skipped over it to keep the full moon poems scheduled properly.
This is a good poem for some people, as August should be prime time for going to the beach (although Ms. Oliver may be accused of being a bit of a party pooper for bringing up the subject of sharks just now). For us on the homestead, hot August days seem impossible. Continue reading