Moonshine
MOONSHINE
Thick fog awoke me, I don’t know why,
called me to walk through trees half-seen,
dew-dripping, tripping over storm-snapped boughs,
hidden under autumn’s finished leaves,
no task undone save to rustle, swish and sigh
in time with my own slow-furrowing stride.
And in the fog, extended dark,
my feet through leaves might well have been
the shunting of an ...
Saturday 7th January 2017 8:33 pm
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