Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb
Richard DueStichwörter: moon fantasy apple dragon young ya faeries adult dystopian middle series kindle ebook coin realm amazon ipad b-n epub ibooks ibookstore indie mg nook
Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled.
Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.
Stichwörter: moon fantasy apple dragon young ya faeries adult dystopian middle series kindle ebook coin realm amazon ipad b-n epub ibooks ibookstore indie mg nook
The moon rode in the sky - a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. ("The Refugee")
Jane Dixon RiceStichwörter: moon
You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star.
T.F. HodgeStichwörter: life time sun star dark moon light awake quotes cold temple street restore
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E.E. CummingsStichwörter: love sun stars moon
The days were brief and attenuated and the season appeared to be fixed - neither summer nor winter, spring nor fall. A thermal haze of inexpressible sweetness, though bearing tiny bits of grit or mica, had eased into the Valley from the industrial region to the north and there were nights when the sun set at the western horizon as if it were sinking through a porous red mass, and there were days when a hard-glaring moon like bone remained fixed in a single position, prominent in the sky. ("Family")
Joyce Carol OatesStichwörter: sun moon pollution
L'Heure Exquise
La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois ;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée...
Ô bien-aimée.
L’étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...
Rêvons, c’est l’heure.
Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l’astre irise...
C’est l’heure exquise.
The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.
Patricia A. McKillipStichwörter: moon
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away
Stichwörter: moon haiku contemplation
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