
with the clock’s motion
moonlight hidden by the trees
quiet memories
poetry, prose, and photography

with the clock’s motion
moonlight hidden by the trees
quiet memories

moving through darkness
still hints of dusk through the trees
birds dreaming of dawn

star filled night
reaching heavenwards
caressing God’s face

moving through darkness
quiet, my old companion
graceful solitude

at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.