Crescent Moon

Oh growing one,

Barely here

Tender as a new scar

Cut by a black scythe

Opening the night sky.

Rise alone

Silent over one

Lone tree

One lone watchman

On the journey

Filling the same promise

Pushing back darkness.

One Comment

Jennifer Cooper

Beautiful…Lovely…..Haunting…I want to read this over and over….Thank you.



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