Friday the thirteenth
night garden's shadowed breath
full Honey Moonlight
horses call across a flowing field
a white witches' wind around the flowers
night garden's shadowed breath
full Honey Moonlight
horses call across a flowing field
a white witches' wind around the flowers
This is lovely Lorna ... I see the horse sculpture in your poem ~ on the road to Sisters.
ReplyDeleteLove the full honey moonlight and the witches' wind around the flowers.
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