..
she keeps us swoon
-ing with her waning heart,
wondering how she stones
the sky. And even Thor
ain’t got nothin’
on her shine.
..
In November, we poem. Often, about the moon.
..
she keeps us swoon
-ing with her waning heart,
wondering how she stones
the sky. And even Thor
ain’t got nothin’
on her shine.
..
In November, we poem. Often, about the moon.
Now I want to read a “(blue) meth moon” poem. — Breaking Bad inspired. 🙂
This poem made me smile.