Category: moon
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Waiting for the punchline
Last night, I slept in and did not get up to watch the longest Beaver Moon I did not stand and wonder if an ancestor got up in the middle of the night six hundred years ago to stare at a Beaver moon I figure six hundred years from now some restless descendants can roust…
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Fall festival
day leans away from light mushrooms brown to rot gather high the firewood winter waits for solstice moon moss lies green upon the hill I think I’ll rake some leaves 10-12-21
My husband's poetry 