Sunday, January 4, 2026

Moon-Bow 1 January 2026

A L O H A  From
H O N O L U L U
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While scientific explanations describe a moonbow as a rare atmospheric phenomenon caused by moonlight refracting through water droplets, spiritual and symbolic interpretations focus on its ethereal beauty
and rarity:

Some people look on a moonbow 
as a spiritual sign,
A Great Invocation and Blessing 
laid like light across the dark.

A moonbow is a rainbow that 
has learned to sing.
Where the rain meets moonlight, 
the sky remembers beautiful things.

Hope does not always blaze; 
sometimes it bends softly 
across the night like a moonbow.
The moonbow is a reminder 

that even in the night, 
the covenant of light remains.
What better sign can 
there be of hope 

than a rainbow breaking 
through the darkness, 
a moonbow arching over 
every earnest prayer,
a moonbow only 
the patient will see?
   Cloudia Charters




Between the palms 
and the moon, 
the night remembers 
how to breathe.​






A smile happens in a flash, 
but its memory 
can last a lifetime.​

A single idea, a 
sudden flash of thought, 
can be worth more 
than a lifetime of routine.

​In a flash the mind 
understands 
what the heart has 
known for years.
  PIXIE







Half of our mistakes in life arises from feeling where we ought to think, and thinking where we
ought to feel.
John Churton Collins

ෂෂෂෂෂෂෂෂෂෂෂ
Love You,
Pixie & Cloudia
ෂෛ

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14 comments:

Cloudia said...

Moonbow II

Grief is a road that never straightens,
yet still the light keeps bending toward us,
soft as a hand that will not let go.

Some promises do not blaze at noon;
they arrive in silence,
drawn in pale, patient arcs across our darkness,
teaching the heart to breathe again.

The soul has its own hidden moonbow,
appearing only when sorrow and love
fall together like rain—
a quiet sign that nothing given in love
is ever truly lost.
Cloudia Charters

Cloudia said...

Just for you, friends 💞

Teresa said...

Great poems tonight, Cloudia! Love the moonbows!

Andrew said...

The moon is rather special.
Omg, thinks Pixie. Look at the state of my whiskers!

Anne Hagman-Niilola said...

Thanks for posting.

B. Rogers said...

Thanks for this moonbow post...I've never seen one (and you actually have a double here!)

Anvilcloud said...

I had never heard of a moonbow but it’s great, as is your poem including “ a rainbow that has learned to sing.”

William Kendall said...

The Council of Infinite Pixies gathers once more.

Tom said...

...Cloudia, I'm glad that you captured it.

RedPat said...

Magic, Cloudia. ;-)

DVArtist said...

Your poems are more than touching, they fill the soul. I have seen moonbows before great shot of this one.

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Both your Moonbow poems brought me to tears, Cloudia. They are beyond exquisite. Blessings!

Gemel said...

I don't think I have ever seen a moonbow. Stunning!

Kathy G said...

I've never heard of a moonbow. Thanks for the education today.