My moon

on

My smiling moon,

Speaks through the veil,

You are here, you are loved, you are alive.

My smiling moon,

Sauntering across the darkness,

Reminding me I am small, I am grateful, I am alive.

My smiling moon,

Hides behind the trees as the sun begins its chase,

Good morning, welcome, breathe.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Paul says:

    Beautiful, a poem like a breath on a cool night.

  2. Paul says:

    Just doing the rounds making sure everyone is okay. What are up to? How are the monkeys?

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