dare not blink lest I miss the most flirtatious of all crescents reflecting silver strands on my hennaed palms
hide and seek
the crescent, so slender so delicate, so coy plays hide and seek impishly aware they all await her just a glimpse...
I wonder how we would see the stars ~ count the nights anticipate the elusive crescent if the moon had her own light would the owl be as wise if the moon had her own light and the wolf be able to howl each and every night? if the moon had her own light would … Continue reading own light