• Jean Linville

southern wind


November 27- December 1 Week 44 /72


I wake to prowl with the night creatures

seeking the promise of the eclipsing beaver moon

but the edge of an approaching storm has already arrived

thick clouds cloaking the magic happening high above

as the full moon sweeps through the Earth's shadow


the dim light of the soon to be rain-soaked day

emerges while waves of a southern born wind

rhythmically erase reflections of the dusty grey sky

sharp, blurred, sharp, blurred, then gone all together

riding on concentric rings of the first drops of falling rain

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