Monday, October 10, 2016

OCT.10.16 - LUNA LURKS







LUNA LURKS

It's only Fall but the clouds are
pregnant with snow, and the air
smells Arctic-cold
But Luna is harvest-tinged, a pale
gold as she peeks from behind
the laciness of tree branches
No matter the season, she keeps
her secrets to herself.

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