Once upon a nocturne of the soul, I felt myself magnet-drawn to make poetry.
It’s struck again – the whim, the mood, the muse – and the results are these:
The first, a sigh for a favored escape…
come to the forest
The second, an ode to my celestial self-mate…
quoth the dusk:
through that shroud of crepuscular light:
white in black;
a solo of shadows,
filling an adagio sky.
tell-tale music –
signature song by
do you see?”
P.S. – If you’d like to support another artistic endeavor celebrating the moon, please see my GoFundMe.
P.P.S. – No blog post coming next week, for I’ll be off trying to relax on vacation. Until afterward, friends!