>And the moon steps lower,
>quietly changing
>her luminous masks, brushing
>everything as she passes
>with her slow hands
>and soft lips -
>clusters of dark grapes,
>apples swinging like lost planets
- Mary Oliver’s “Harvest Moon - The Mockingbird Sings in the Night”
>And the moon steps lower,
>quietly changing
>her luminous masks, brushing
>everything as she passes
>with her slow hands
>and soft lips -
>clusters of dark grapes,
>apples swinging like lost planets
- Mary Oliver’s “Harvest Moon - The Mockingbird Sings in the Night”