Shall I take up this conversation again?
A question from me
that rises to mother moon.
Yet if I cannot believe her
who can I believe?
She speaks of hope
of beauty
of change
in nightly perspective.
“Remember, I reflect,”
she says…
the conversation
doesn’t stop here
it continues
in whoever gazes
who chooses to see
to hope, to reflect…
© Linda Suddarth, 2012
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| The Phase 8 day of the moon; |
photo by 阿爾特斯 on Wikimedia Commons
