the wolf moon sky is serene,
snow silent, foggy, frosty,
rime ridden, the world shines
silvery, steely, starry, so cold
and its not the geography
of the latitude nor the biology
of the heart hungering for
warmer skies of molten silver
sending stars to tumble to
the fireflies frolic - raindrops
glittering, gathering in
limpid lagoons laden with
lotus but now is not then
and yet, the world is turning,
twisting time to weave
wonderful: I hope, for us all to see
at 1767676895000
- Moto_Kailey, Krisargent, timothy21 and ZeepBella like this
