This is the picture
I did not take
Of a gleaming Supermoon
On some spring night
A slight coldness of oncoming rain threatened in the cool crisp sky
A rapid gust of midnight wind scraped across my face
Caressing my exposed skin with icy hands
A radiant glow in a speckled starlit faded sky
Bathing in shimmering moonlight
Basking the blossoming soil in an unnatural crystallized luminosity
The wolf ‘s howling at the skull
While the old man spends another night fishing
Along the rock-strewn coast
Carved in the flesh of the moon itself
This is the picture I unfortunately did not take
(Because I am too poor to own a smart phone)
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
This is the picture
I did not take
Of a gleaming Supermoon
On some spring night
A slight coldness of oncoming rain threatened in the cool crisp sky
A rapid gust of midnight wind scraped across my face
Caressing my exposed skin with icy hands
A radiant glow in a speckled starlit faded sky
Bathing in shimmering moonlight
Basking the blossoming soil in an unnatural crystallized luminosity
The wolf ‘s howling at the skull
While the old man spends another night fishing
Along the rock-strewn coast
Carved in the flesh of the moon itself
This is the picture I unfortunately did not take
(Because I am too poor to own a smart phone)
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