eternity’s breath
waxing gibbous on chilly night
reddish-orange and
taking center stage
her breath barely visible
to the naked eye
december sun is never overrated
though at times plays second fiddle to
low-lying celestial occurrences
you swear you should be able to touch
flashing satellites mimic wishes
made every single night
like lost thoughts in the northern sky
they fade and brighten
alternatively
september two thousand seventeen
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lovely, especially your closing stanza 🙂
thank you very much, Melanie
thank you, Melanie