The time of Lunathos is the full of the moon, as she watches through the veil of nomadic, midnight clouds the faerie dances of leaves in deserted pathways, and sows her sparkling images upon the face
Thanks Barbary. I almost didn't think about the photo. It just came to me, as I was posting the poem which I wrote years ago, that pursuing my interest in photography and astronomy had resulted in this picture of the moon, and it definately needed to live with this poem.
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Comments: 3
This is my first time reading your poetry. I like your very fresh approach with these images. Great photo, too, of that hard-to-capture moon.
Another strong poem. I'm especially drawn to description "faerie dances of leaves".