Walking on the Moon
Hoary frill Of albino thorns On brittle twigs Spear tips of white Serrate blades of grass Breath uncurls Thin vapor lingers A translucent scarf Stillness No bird chirp No dog bark Soft earth turned to stone Needles of cold Press deeper into skin Pale sky Cloudless Eyes slapped by Blinding white sun Brings a thin … Read moreWalking on the Moon