Saturday, November 12, 2016
Super Moon in Gloaming
A big-moon sky has set the hills afire. My window pane shades the world a slightly-gray panoramic view. I watch a black-tree horizon grow long; the many-fingered branches of dogwood and dusty milkweed glisten against early dew.
My red-black glass of wine is but a planet all its own. Shiny and bulbous as an unclaimed Pluto. I place its nectar to my lips and taste the stars.
Harvest moon dips low
Earth spins her blue-gray gloaming
a slow shadow dance.
Inspired by a poetry prompt at dVerse.