Dear
Goddess
Demeter,
Is it your scythe,
In harvest,
Which draws
Crescent in the
Night sky
And lets through
The light of
Creation
Or
Tell me
Does a more fell
Scythe
Guided by
Darker hand
Slice through
Black night
To draw
Soul
To
That
Which
Waits
Beyond?
Ken Goree
The moon, this morning, was an incredible sight. I almost felt like keeping it to myself; such a thin beautiful arc of pure white light.
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