Waxing moon/July 28
How many times we all cooed at
the newborn moon, cradled
in the ghostly arms of the Sycamore
we oohed, we ahhed, we sighed—
moonstruck
Tonight the waxing moon’s gotten herself
tangled in the twisty-fingered Sweet Gum
just outside my new window
I ooh, I ahh, I sigh—
still moonstruck
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beautiful. I was thinking there was going to be an author name at the end. But it was you. Just beautifu.
Aw, thank you, Mary Ellen.
The moon is indeed beautiful! I was admiring it yesterday, cradling my lover… bliss 🙂