Strawberry Moon
The moon glided
fire warm
over the planes of his face.
He turned,
saw me.
Did you know wild strawberries are edible?
And held one out to me with a smile.
I ate it
and let him taste it from my mouth.
The moon glided
fire warm
over the planes of his face.
He turned,
saw me.
Did you know wild strawberries are edible?
And held one out to me with a smile.
I ate it
and let him taste it from my mouth.
Short, vivid, and summer sweet! Nicely done.
I adore this poem! It’s quite happy, great job.
Beautiful.