Last night

before the comfort of book and bed,

I stood in the yard and worshiped

the highest moon.

Soft-edged shadows spread

across the frosted grass.

The darkest month gives

the brightest night—

not an insignificant grace.

One comment on “Last night”

Christine Lee Moore says:

A hug to the night.

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