the faint moon before an April sunset– silver lace
As I walked the dog looked up and noticed the moon shining in the light blue evening sky. The faintness of the moon and its pattern of light and dark against the still light sky made me think of lace.
This too will once pass These silver tears of sorrow I shall call it ‘end’. --- Old framed picture wall Dust on long forgotten shelves I shall call it ‘time’.
