It’s just me and the
moon now, a noncommittal
cold stare from above.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2019)
Note
Once in a while it hits us all – the urge to involve the moon in poetry. This is the outcome of my latest moon wax attack. Thank God it’s from above. From below would definitely be spooky. Should have worn mittens and a warm hat on that imaginary December night walk.
moon now, a noncommittal
cold stare from above.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2019)
Note
Once in a while it hits us all – the urge to involve the moon in poetry. This is the outcome of my latest moon wax attack. Thank God it’s from above. From below would definitely be spooky. Should have worn mittens and a warm hat on that imaginary December night walk.
