Sunday, May 1, 2011
pale
Midnight, full moon. Air scrubbed clean by passing storms. Saturated lavender gray sky. A handfull of stars. The dog and I strike off down the trail in the crisp nightwind. We two, dogwood, beech and mayapple's pale umbrellas all bathed in blue moonglow. Our shadows dance and crackle on the forest floor as night becomes vapor and a brand new morning quietly creeps in.
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