Moon Stones


They’re hanging like baubles

milky moonstone gems

full moon shapes in the snow

frosty footballs 

of light and shade

shining

lighting 

up the trees

on a wintry night

making a frosty forest

off shiny gems

full moon shapes

like fairy lights

showing a way

through the forest

showing a way

to capture

a dream.


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