copyright© April 6, 2015
by P. R. Lowe
The Moon hangs like an ornament
to decorate the navy sky
and with my cat
I crunch through rusty leaves
to the cedars
where shadows grieve for the day
The sky is slashed with salmon pink
and a haunting goldness caresses all
I walk like a dream in Sepia
back lit with a flashlight from heaven
Lovely piece!
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