The face of the moon shines bright between stark branches, their arms beckoning me to stop, to consider, Preview(opens in a new tab) as threads of cloud unspool, silently circling the moon’s face before continuing on in their journey across the sky.
poems and images from daily living
The face of the moon shines bright between stark branches, their arms beckoning me to stop, to consider, Preview(opens in a new tab) as threads of cloud unspool, silently circling the moon’s face before continuing on in their journey across the sky.
