love, morning, signs, the color of moments

The Morning After the Blood Moon


The sky stretches higher

The blue is backlit

The clouds are radiant-iridescent in plumes that reach and curl in whisps

The air is pure and light and loving

The morning is dewy mercy and knows I’ve not slept

Leaves twist in connection with the sun and wind

And a little picture of the deep empty  dark that hung the moon red

hides quietly now behind the brilliance of today

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