June (e)
The Visit
When there is no Full Moon
No quarter moon,
Not even a sliver of a silvery smile
in the sky
Is when I know.
For it is in the Great Darkness that she comes to me.
I go outside and look up
and wait.
And pretty soon,
sure enough,
here she comes,
tossing me stars
as she sails on by
riding on a single silver thread of night.
--Kathleen McGuire
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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