Tuesday, November 18, 2008

slung low

the dark side of the moon is on top tonight
bright half slung low and round like
the glowing belly of an expectant mother

looking to a bright future.

I had forgotten the promise that hovers
just over the next horizon, a beacon
beckoning.

it is a recollection I'm grateful for...

4 comments:

  1. wow, that's lovely. Very hopeful. And grateful I think.

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  2. wonderful, hopeful poem. i think i feel like that often.

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