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Sunday, January 29, 2012

Crescent Moon Rd.

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She sleeps below the old elm
on the corner, all arms and legs
like a good long morning stretch.

In the early moonlight
she rises, looks about her
and with curious, smiling eyes
she dawdled up the road, feeling as
refreshed as an angel emerging from the clouds.
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4 comments:

stuart said...

this is so beautiful

Anthony Duce said...

Wonderful poem. The image, all arms and legs dawdling up the road, is asking for an illustration of some kind.

norton said...

You have captured so much visual richness in so few words. I can so see this wee lass, perhaps an Alice, waking to her ever new world. Thank you for this.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

:-)