Your sorrows will fade like the night sky fades— from black to blue from blue to pink.   The dawn will come.

HOUR EIGHT Lines from ‘Mirror’ by Sylvia Plath Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon My tears like vinegar a tender breeze whisper some thoughts, tonight I am a coin silver- the mighty chunks of my unripe dreams caustic corn husk in an…

Sitting here by the lake Sprawled on a mat on a jeep The moon rises to show its glory It’s perfect but spare me the rhetoric Really? Crescent moon by the lake in the deep of night Did I conjure this up or did it…

The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…

Memories of camping Being out by the lake Marking a fire And cooking dinner over it Play games in the woods Not for a prize but for glory only Pitching a big tent That has room to spare Roasting marshmallows and making s’mores. Then looking…

For my last official poem of the day, I followed the prompt. Don’t panic You may feel that there’s not a minute to spare but the moon is not bound by your constraints If you cannot hear her whispers at midnight do not be alarmed…

Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…

I like list prompts/tasks. I’ve used all 8 words. And added a twist of my own. (All of which equals … LONG. BREAK! WAHOO!) 4WD the moon is a lake of glory glory silvering the jeep you drive drive so carelessly over over the breastbone…

Soft canopy shades, Moon’s glory crept across the Lake with time to spare.   Floating Lue August 13, 2016

The moon looked down Saw the earth beaming blue With ocean filled with mermaids and gardens where fairies flew. The moon sparkled silver And rays of calm crystal fell on earth; Hush!the wind Rush the enchantress. Go look now, there she is with magic smeared…