Seasons, senses & self: Day 37
Moon. Moon shine. Moon of darkness. Bring your soft light. Banish day’s harsh harridan glare. Erode those taunting highlights’ sharp relief.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 29
The heavens come down to earth to be expressed
in formulae. Physicists know best
the light stars shine on cosmic secrets. Rest
in peace, ancient wisdom, rise in glory.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 22
You expected a poem ° celebrating Equinox. ° I offer you a maple leaf ° on an open page.