the moon came out at the wrong time of day,
confused by the cold she thought it was night.

the tree tops whispered the truth of the season but there she hung,
having already come so far.

and though she liked the clear blue sky,
she much preferred the night.


steph said...

amazing picture
beautyful poem
and friend

Jennyflower's Mom said...

ditto exactly what Steph said :)