Free Verse
New Moon Poem
Breeze blows the mist
in sheer sheets of
sacred silver
Blessing and cleansing
the air....the busy
dark city vibrations
covered and washed
away.......last leaves
are gently kissed
and coaxed from their
precarious holds
to lay at the feet
of their mother...
to feed her, love her
as i do mine
I am a leaf.....blown
far from home
returned to worship
the roots of my beginnings
it is the Way of Nature
