February 14, 2022February 6, 2022 I gaze at the moon washed treesShadows moveMy thoughts are driftingA starry sky is spilledmirror stillWherever I lookfragmentsof lightIn the dark of nightall I seeorchidsreaching purple facesthrough the drifts of snow© Ann Bagnall Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related