Friday, July 15, 2011

Smile the Moon is Watching

The frosted tufts of grass cover the hillside
like a blue white chenille spread
the round ball of the moon
hung in the eastern sky,
so bright that my eyes ached.
I was wrapped in wool
puffing a frozen cloud that disappeared
before the next breath formed.
 off to the left an owl
started a conversation
with another in the trees to the right.
 I only had a mile to go
the dog at home knew I was out here
his bark would alert her,
 another log would be added to the fire
the kettle placed on the stove.
 I smiled at that thought
and picked up my pace

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