moonwash

Found this in my notebook. Written over a year ago, I sort of remember the images that inspired it. The last line just sort of fit the picture in my mind's eye.

But there is more. The "reality" was from the story written and read by a friend. I love the power of language.
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.     winter treetops
.     point with long fingers
.     'cross the white field
.     moonwash
.     this lonely night
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April Moon

A glimpse of the moon last night reminded me it is upon us. Tonight. The gift, in full.

April Moon

The moon mid-Spring
Shown with flowers
And the scent of your hair.

Silver-lined clouds
Drawn past your being
Then and now are one.

Love soars higher
Than my understanding
April moon -- once more.

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