Tonight the Moon

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Tonight the moon

lays against the sky

Perfect white crescent

on  black canvas

Tonight the stars

shimmer in place

Janurary snowflakes

on jet black hair

Tonight the barred owl

questions the stillness

Waits for a reply

as do I.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Hoarfrost

It was the end of summer

that first time

We should have known

that something would grow

Everything was wild and

unrestrained

Death came

with the last of autumn's foliage

The maple leaves on the ground

red as blood

I raked them into piles

with a fury, desperate

to bring order to turmoil

It must have been December

when I noticed

my heart, covered in hoarfrost

like white mold

on a bruised strawberry,

untouchable and

spoiled.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, Winter