The morning so unbelievably crisp and almost cold. “Fall!” was the squeal of my heart as I bowed to the moon and Venus dancing in the pre dawn sky. I pondered the morning’s reading on impermanence and change against the texture…..
She is called, by some, Wolf Moon. The first full moon of 2015. As she moves, her movement will take her into a shadow. Tomorrow her luminosity shrouded in a hint of shadow. Poets’ pens and hearts have exploded beneath her fullness. The…..
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