10.21.2009

{day one}

{the poem}


harvest moon

neither the dark nor the clouds
will ruin my parade, tonight
i walk on the palette of leaves
fallen from tree after tree
crisp air chills my bones
stars sparkle as the harvest moon
speaks and responds
to my every wish
it is with this breath,
with this moment,
that i feel free

*k 10/21/09