Fuego de Luna

~ Moon Fire ~ *de Luna climbs up majestic fir brows one rung at a time to feel the shiver of winter breeze tickle higher than treetops reach . where moonbeams know the meaning the shadows cast upon the open palms of nature’s hands her halo encircles a shapeless luster beyond the faint whispers in northern skies wishing on the nearest stars, set ablaze a smoldering heart grown cold as ... the last winter moon full and bright* wild is the wind © 2.22.2016

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