Sky, a slit of laughing red
going down in the pines.
Moon, a misty blur, rising like a flashlight under a blanket.
Dogs all howling.
It feels like Spring.
Misty Moon
February 17, 2011 by Dawn
February 17, 2011 by Dawn
Sky, a slit of laughing red
going down in the pines.
Moon, a misty blur, rising like a flashlight under a blanket.
Dogs all howling.
It feels like Spring.
