The full moon folds August away
With effervescent fingers
What hours you kept to yourself
Where the moons treasure to take as her own
Night was a return to an old devotion
With a distorted disposition
For me
Morning would unravel slowly
A slick silver thread
Who didn’t know there were greater beasts to be slayed
Than the solitude of a constant dawn
@pinkspectre I like the poem, but more I more I do like the photo - this sky and the silhouette of the mountain is amazing.
lovely, makes me want to take a sunrise walk tomorrow, thank you
Nice writing
The capture was awesome. Keep it up
What a beautiful poem, thanks for posting this.
beautiful poem, invites to live, mu good letters, congratulations and thanks for sharing