Mar 2016
On my nightly stroll
I glance up at the moon
Shining like a white hot coal.
Reflecting lake, I see the sky-
Above, below, and all around.
I glance up at the moon
Shining like a white hot coal.
Reflecting lake, I see the sky-
Above, below, and all around.
Growing up, I felt a strange connection to the moon. I loved night walks. this poem was written to remind me of those nights.
