Monday, November 14, 2016

November is the best month.

November 13. 

No memory prepares us for Cassiopeia in the now leafless night sky, or for that moment in the moonlight when a shadow crosses the forest floor, an owl overhead. 
November. Trees spread their seed, set their buds and open the sky to the stars.  Returning home under this full moon I am one with the universe.

Sky full of stars,
heart full of tears,
love for the world

lost all these years.

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