dovegreymornings:

I feel the nip and behold the big
Round light

I have written about Autumn
And Moon more times
Than I know
~I am done with them~

Beloved, it is the birds and
Flowers I haven’t my
Fill of, for in them I find you

Your scent bears itself upon the 
White of night
Your voice is the forest alive
When the lights go out

Tonight you will call to the
Moon with a lily tucked behind
Your ear   
When clouds part I’ll know it’s
For you and your passing among 
The asking stars—

Petals will fall 

Michelle Dent

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