Monday, August 6, 2007
Hush, She's Resting
I found her resting in the vines, resting and restoring herself for the next show. Each day she'll grow a little rounder, a little fuller, a little brighter until she's ready for her Harvest Show. Rest well little Moon. Be safe and secure in your viney bed.
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn of clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying. (sara teasdale)