Slowly, silently, now the moon
Slips above the hill
She’s crouched behind.
Stretching to full roundness
She flings aside her daytime cloak.
Her glowing nakedness
Awakens all who call the night their home.
Carol McMillan
April 1, 2013
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Slips above the hill
She’s crouched behind.
Stretching to full roundness
She flings aside her daytime cloak.
Her glowing nakedness
Awakens all who call the night their home.
Carol McMillan
April 1, 2013