Small Stones 40/2013

nov moon 4
our breath hangs in the night air-
exclamations of delight –
rising to meet the smiling moon
sound of spring song-
in the cold night air –
wild geese on the wing
twilight shakes out the evening stars-
casting them across the cove-
to light the way to the moon

3 thoughts on “Small Stones 40/2013

  1. ha….def thoughts of spring in reading….love the puffs of breath being exclamation points…ha…and the song of the geese wings….very cool..a bit of magical whimsy…

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