Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Wolf Centos

OK, I was gone so long I thought I had forgotten my blog password. But I hadn't. And I've only been gone--from this blog--for a week. It's just that time stretches out weirdly 1) in summer 2) when you drop your daughter off at college and it seems to be the end of childhood. Childhood. Hers, your own, everybody's. See what I mean?

But I see that I posted here the last time I posted a new poetry feature at Escape Into Life, so it's a Poetry Wednesday (at EIL) as well as a Poetry Someday here in the blog. It's been a very canine month at EIL, with, first, Dog Days (poems with dogs in them), next, The Dog Star (more poems with dogs in them), and now Wolf Centos, by Simone Muench. I told her I wanted to get her feature up in time for the poems to howl at the full Dog Days moon, which is also, technically, a Blue Moon (so I'll make this a Blue Monday in the blog, too.)

In the yard, morning glories are opening, day after day, finally! Speaking of childhood being over, my son, who works in Chicago, is also going to be teaching a course at his alma mater this fall. Holy Moly! He took this picture of a morning glory for his dear old mom.


Collagemama said...

Love the blue morning glory for the blue moon. Glad you are not a too blue mom.

Kathleen said...

Thanks, Nancy!

seana graham said...

It's funny that I learned about the true blue moon meaning just last night in a discussion group I was in. And it's also funny that that Maine article was about another blue moon on August 21--in 1937.

Childhood's end indeed.

Molly said...

Love the Wolf Centos! I have a secret love/hate for wolves... long story.

Childhood's end. Everyone's. I can only imagine. Here's a hug.

Kathleen said...

Thanks, Molly!

(And I'd love to hear the story!)