How the trees lean to the south
where the sun swallows the day
How the moon at night will push her
over the western edge
spilling colors into the sea
How in the garden at night
I make my way through shadow
following the music of loons
their sad blue notes
rising into a glossy sky
sparkled with stars
forever falling
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
How the trees lean to the south
where the sun swallows the day
How the moon at night will push her
over the western edge
spilling colors into the sea
How in the garden at night
I make my way through shadow
following the music of loons
their sad blue notes
rising into a glossy sky
sparkled with stars
forever falling
