Saturday, May 18, 2019

Moonstruck




I step into the cool night air
to see her face among the trees—
her soft white light shines down on me

I pause a moment just to stare...
in quietude I am renewed
erasing burdens that I bear

Hard-pressed to let this peace recede,
I linger in the cool night air

© Ginny Brannan 2019

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