Moon Kiss


The moon came down
and kissed her…

Her young years
shook out the branches of the old
and ancient tree
that lived only
for that sweet kiss…

That comes again
and again
in the late hours of the night
when all is silent,
in dreams that breathe slowly,
of an innocence
that does not age,
or follow the beat of time…

October 21, 2008

Happy Birth Day Mom! I think I refound this poem today, just to share with you! I wrote it two and a half years ago... and it utterly and completely delights me (as do you!!!)... I find myself reading it as if for the first time... oh to live each moment as if it is the first time... Photo: Plum blossom moon kisses bursting forth in my backyard from an ancient tree, February 2011.

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