Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love life poem family War nature girl loss addiction sadness

Popular last 12 months

love Poetry life poem nature death hope War loss poet

harvest moon (Remove filter)

Lunar

Last night the moon

orange sickle bright

seemed too large, low

hung over hedges

 

briefly eclipsed

by passing trees

dimmed by

closer light yet

 

always the lit

rondure

discovered

its umbral orb

 

to me -

I was driving

in the moondark

night

Read and leave comments (1)

moonsicklenew moonharvest moonmoonlightnightdarkduskdriving

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message