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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Full Punxsutawney Moon

Full Punxsutawney Moon

Three days later, early, certainly
well before sunrise, after the graspers

and flashers have packed up and gone,
after the national news has had its say,

under a staring, starry, cut-glass sky
and a moon shivering its way toward

moonset, the groundhog steps warily out,
its snout in snow a foot or more deep.

Relieved, at last, of the press of local
press and the tyranny of network tourists

he lounges in the full moon’s light,
each icy whisker distinct, resplendent,

its shadow a mere matter of fact
on otherwise unbroken snow.

Ron. Lavalette


  1. awww goood one! i always feel sorry for Phil, brutally dragged out and flashbulbs going off in his face, used and then tossed aside for another year...

  2. Me, too! Poor little guy! That's why I really liked this poem and had to use it! Thanks, Yo! :)

  3. The flashbulbs would be the least of that rascal's problems up in the frozen tundra this year! Brrrrrrrrrrrrr...

  4. That's really cute! The image and the poem!

  5. So wonderful! Poor little guy :(

  6. Art and poem - they work so well together, great!

  7. I'm honored you selected my work, Barbara, and awed by your stunning digital contribution. Thanks again.

  8. Neva and Jonie, thank you so much! :)

    And thank YOU, Ron, for allowing me to use your poem. I appreciate your compliment! :)

  9. wonderful post on the groundhog!!!! love the image captured here as well to go with the poem!!!!

  10. Heard the ol' groundhog saw his shadow this year. Matter of fact, I can see his shadow in this image. Spring is on it's way.

  11. Yay!! I'm all for that! Thank you, Preston! :)


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