
a full moon glows:
its color, pale yellow —
posing as the sun.

a full moon glows:
its color, pale yellow —
posing as the sun.
Nothing. My philosophy is that if I need technology to function flawlessly every second to keep me alive, I don’t need to be in that place.

a single branch,
leafless but bloom-laden,
against the Autumn moon.

moon slips behind
thin, wispy clouds —-
shifting shape.

moon rises
behind thin clouds:
fuzzy orb

cloudy night walker sees his shadow;
looks up for Moon’s brief showing.