The mild-hearted moon
appears earlier
these days, so close
and low in the sky.
Though just ahead, our moon
seems to see us home —
through the gloaming,
over the bridge,
into the eager night.
Down Lunar Alley
Posted Week 50 by Joa · No Comments
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