By Autumn Williams I kept dreaming of stars and I was floating.They were disappearing from my view,one by one, quickly. The moon was behind where I was,and I didn't know if it had also gone.I wouldn't look back to see, there were too manyvanishing suns to count. I thought about their moons,and what their numbers … Continue reading Moons
The Seasoned Moons
By Thomas Page Winter's first full moon Cloaked in two faced patronage Is and not the same. Spring's first full moon o'er Refreshed dusk welcoming dawn Is and not the same. Summer's first full moon Drenched in sunned atmosphere Is and not the same. Autumn's first full moon Watching the dusk … Continue reading The Seasoned Moons
