Goodness…and all this in return
for the names you cannot say,
names I cannot say
names that cannot be said
or they would no longer be names.
simply to love from the bones!
Love, radiating upward and outward
like the warm cherry glow of
crackly drowsy evening fires
in the dusky autumn nightfall
wreathed in smoke and peace.
Each fleeting moment,
fleeing away daintily and quick
darting, into that bush
and up that tree
where it sits and scolds,
taunts? No…
sits and serenades and calls to me,
take wing
take wing,
take wing
for time is short
and the sky is fading
but still so brilliant
blue and resonant with love.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Beautiful! 🙂
thank you Sis…this one sang inside my mouth as I wrote, and cried
It shows!
Gorgeous! ❤
Thank you!! ❤
Love the heart of this!!
and the pic…of all my moon pics…intently chosen.
❤ you.