A poem for last night’s full moon
In the backyard, bare trees ensnare the Hunger Moon— I shift my sight. How the small blue light makes a point and bores a hole through the cold.
In the backyard, bare trees ensnare the Hunger Moon— I shift my sight. How the small blue light makes a point and bores a hole through the cold.
“trees ensnare the hunger moon” - beautiful!
hunger moon
my smartphone capture
does no justice