Nestled behind a row of kingly pines

a winking moon steps between branches

where silence finds comfort

in darkened angles and leaning shadows.


Jagged lunar light crosses over paths.

The wind is silent, adding to night’s strength.


I am alighted in the direction of home.

My boots press a hymn from the earth.

Now I am near.






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