The Pull of the Moon

Half moon hangs heavy in late June sky

while evening birds and tree frogs 

serenade the sultry night.

Memories tumble forth 

of walks along main street

and the village backroads,

a stop to rest on the playground swing.

Was that eons ago, or just yesterday?

I still remember those summer eves

when the stars stretched before us

and time ceased to exist.

© Ginny  Brannan

Image: Mitchell Spector 2012

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