And she was still here
Sipping nectar for her trip
End of summer gift
Audio: Read by the author.
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night lit
my woods are hung
with lamp lit moonlight
shallow beaver wash
turned into opal pools
picked out by
beams that launched
diffused through
vapor rings we know
are ice but touch
us softly
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Day 22. We have just had a full moon, fitting for the week of Earth Day.
following awareness
coming up the hill
toward my kitchen door
on greening grass
almost tintless
in the growing dark
I chase my shadow
in moonlight
just strong enough
to make me glad
it is not chasing me
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Day 19. A shortling about coming home in fading light and a risen moon.
watchful
they are layered
by the door
waiting, dozing, ready
smooth and gleaming,
full and tufted,
both at rest
sensing movement
one eye opens,
cannot hold a teasing stare
then a sigh,
the head resettles
on its living pillow
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for Horrie and Aggie
Life With Horace 