Moon Kiss
FEBRUARY 21, 2011
T_he moon came down_
_and kissed her…_
_Her young years_
_shook out the branches of the old_
_and ancient tree_
_that lived only_
_for that sweet kiss…_
_That comes again_
_and again_
_in the late hours of the night_
_when all is silent,_
_sleeping_
_in dreams that breathe slowly,_
_deeply,_
_of an innocence_
_that does not age,_
_or follow the beat of time…_
_October 21, 2008_
Happy Birth Day Mom! I think I refound this poem today, just to share with you! I wrote it two and a half years ago... and it utterly and completely delights me (as do you!!!)... I find myself reading it as if for the first time... oh to live each moment as if it is the first time... Photo: Plum blossom moon kisses bursting forth in my backyard from an ancient tree, February 2011.