How did this gem escape me?

The Couriers
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.

Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.

A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.

Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling

All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.

A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one —-

Love, love, my season.
-Sylvia Plath

Moon, Run, Wings

Three cheers that I’m finally back to running!  Missed six running days due to this hellish flu that’s had me under it’s spell.  3 miles–  felt like total shit and my nose dripped constantly, but damn it!, i RAN.

Unfortunately, I missed the moon last night.  Wasn’t my fault!  Made several trips out– to no avail.  Damn, cloudy Ohio sky!  Will definitely try again tonight.  Saturday was to be the better view, but I’m not ready to call it quits just yet.

I think I’m gonna celebrate my return to LIVING with a Blue Moon at dinner this evening.  Wings and Blue Moon– my mouth is watering!  This will be my first real meal in days… (damn demonic flu beast!).  Seriously, I was beginning to think I was in need of an exorcism…

Who knows?  Maybe the full moon worked some voodoo magic late last night and cured me…   sweet! 

Whatever it was, I’m grateful.