The phases of rain emptied the clouds and cleared the skyFor the moons early arrival.The fullness of the moon hints of a message of more than just a night decorated with city stars.The suns playful last kiss for the moon leaves soft pink dust on the horizon.A reminder that from here the moon and sun…
Month: February 2022
Old seasons
If you let go of the old seasons I’d kiss the color off the leaves in the fall Drifting the old below where I’d crumble with you. Where we can watch a new kiss of color. But I can’t reach unless you let your leaves fall with me.