A Summer Moon
born to
a summer moon
always yours
to hold
with golden curls
that honeycomb
the morning’s
early glow
through fields
woods and meadows
rafting
on pond seas
we play
catching rides
on children’s swings
laughing in the breeze
we hunt seaglass
the color of your eyes
tumbled by the shore’s
rocky waves
pray to the goddess
and converse
with trees
amongst the craggy graves
the warmth of tea
bread and butter
a smile through tears
on your face
we watch two eagles
soar and glide
alone and together
hearts fill with grace
this breath
of life but
a firefly’s
flight
catch it
the sweet dimple
of evening’s
soft light
born to
a summer moon
always yours
to hold
a shooting star
blessed with grace
finds her way
home
for Robin ~ beloved friend forever
Rest In Peace ~ July 18, 1952 – August 13, 2012
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