On this perfect fall morning at the college on the hill, the dogs and I took a path we hadn't explored before and, for a while, the moon came along with us.
The white-yellow sun crept behind us and as he rose, slowly, he ignited the highest tops of the trees in hues of fire, like daytime corporsants. The air, finally seasonably brisk, was quiet and sleepy and not yet ready to stir.
But I was surprised to see the full moon shining, like a sparkling brooch on the breast of the baby-blue sky, with the dark dusty oceans of her surface showing clearly on her face. For a while, she walked beside us, we grounded and she aloft, on our newly discovered path.
When we turned a corner, she vanished and couldn't be found again, as if she'd intended to play a game of hide-and-seek with us all along. I enjoyed her briefest of companies and hope to catch up with her again some other appropriately brisk fall morning when we both walk the path least taken.
4 comments:
Pure poetry!!
Ni tanto mami, pero gracias. :) Es un attempt at proesy (prosa y poesía).
j'aime ta proesie!
Vous êtes trés généreuse. :)
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