tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38905172.post5033281256587953791..comments2023-12-29T08:35:56.504-05:00Comments on the rising mist: Harvest moonnorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02228725106863747984noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38905172.post-35490990305624737642008-10-15T12:45:00.000-04:002008-10-15T12:45:00.000-04:00Thanks for the thoughtful reply, Marty. Especially...Thanks for the thoughtful reply, Marty. Especially for the quote. <BR/><BR/>I like the word too. It just feels heavy, expectant. The moon this morning was enormous and beautiful.norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02228725106863747984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38905172.post-69822060053991040452008-10-15T12:12:00.000-04:002008-10-15T12:12:00.000-04:00I love the word "gravid" (in my novel of Greek Myt...I love the word "gravid" (in my novel of Greek Mythology I build a whole chapter around the word) but, I must admit I was unfamiliar with "Gravidity" as an extension of the root. Thank you for this beautiful haiku!<BR/> <BR/>Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wants not for liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.<BR/>Song of Songs 7:2Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13048847365398559366noreply@blogger.com