the moon decided.
that it was a deep enough subject.
that it was worthy of revealing itself to you.
the moon winked.
it winked to you in dreams.
and in unexpected blogs.
we’ll sleep sound tonight beneath your waning glory.
grateful for your shining light…and the light you reveal
as we waver between sunset and the dark silence of a
hushed november night,
revealing soft secrets beneath your
autumn tree limbs.
goodnight, moon. sleep tight.