Moon language drifts down from the sky–
a hum, fierce and gentle
known to all who listen—
shhhhhh!—
hear the glow as it falls
lingering on treetops and river surfaces,
~poetry of the night~
vanishes as I wake
to celebrate flowering cloud-breath,
morning magic flitters in, a bird-winged song,
filling the day with possibility, and if
I smile as the universe blushes,
can you blame me?
A puente from my collaboration with Oracle—I accidentally clicked out of the site, then something else came up. . .and well, it’s one of those days. Still, each day begins with promise and possibility.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Lovely! Your gentle drift from night to day. I had day breaking with night lingering in the shadows.
Thank you. Same theme, different order. 😉
That’s what I thought 🙂
“and if / I smile as the universe blushes, / can you blame me?” I don’t blame you at all 😉
Thank you! 🙂
This is positively magical, Merril! So wonderfully beautiful!
Thank you very much, Dale! Your enthusiasm makes me smile. 🙂
Good. 😊
🙂
Moon music magic making those words Merril thank you 😊
Thank you very much, Susan! Happy Solstice and happy holidays to you and yours.
I’m smiling too! (K)
How wonderful! 🙂
Wishing you a joyful season, my dear.🤗
Thank you very much! And the same to you!
This is beautiful, Merril.
Thank you very much, Ken!