Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Deer run spooked through the forest -
fireworks flood the sky, boom, and hiss.
A full moon waits low on the horizon,
gigantic golden, the certain mistress
of the night.


1 comment:

  1. Interesting, Lorna, the juxtaposition of the forest fire, the alarm of the critters, and the placid unaffected moon.


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