a second moon hides in plain sight: between the folds of a grieving sky
Tag: monostich
clay moon: even the most frightening of beasts can be moulded with gentleness
autumn moon: her face the sum of goodbyes
beats at her chest and wails: mother monsoon desperate to put out the untamable fires of the east
sky piercing glass towers home to some of the shallowest of humanity
autumn winds passing through: leaves sound like hands applauding your very existence
never within reach: beyond mortal sight is a hill where the autumn moon is said to come down and rest
seashells in the garden: a library of oceanic sounds for tiny gods
stepping on stones: the void hidden under plain old dirt
october moon: the empty field dreams of silver flowers
