Old Grandmother


moonshadows

swirl of lifemotes
all the ephemerae of time

the aging years
shrivel our wings...

but love! the pines
still call with their balm
of crisp air

-- all the wonder over there --

& here!
o love! -- your eyes
by starshine
kissing you
in shadows cast by the moon

moodshadows
darken the tranquillity

~~~ Norea St. John


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