By Janet Childs
Against naked, bright branch
and bowl of lilac sky
The crescent appeared
a curve of luminous river
Rising again in soft wind's arms
aching and beckoning for night
Cradling vulnerable songs
at bay
Witnessing this whispered secret
A confidence held between
trunk and earth
the loaming time
Caught in between
this first step of stars
Awakening, lifting
forward, spreading
this silver filament
of tears
across cheek of this horizon
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