Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Madrone Gift




Imagine my surprise
To find this Christmas grove
In June
 
All red and green
With peeling bark
I slept beneath
Its spreading arc
And watched the
Crescent moon
 
The mist rolled in and I
Could see the gusting of
The breeze
 
As tiny droplets
Swept the ground
And scattered moon dust
All around
The graceful
Madrone trees
 
Some of the magic moisture
Must have found me
In a drift
 
Because that scene
Still comes at night
When I awake
To pale moonlight
And lingers
As a gift

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