(copyright Adel Gorgy)
Link: http://www.adelgorgy.com/
TRAVELERS' MOON
The man's breath
is
a plume of steam
too
thin to see from the village
lying under the hill
beside
the lake
among
its straw gardens.
Evening is falling
out
of the horns
of
a bone moon
risen above the forest
among
the starpoints
like
beads of frost.
The trail is clear
even
by frostlight or bonelight,
and
the air is clear,
sharp as a blade,
hard
as a staff —
as the path of the moon on the
water.LEWIS TURCO
From: "Twelve Moons" series
Link: http://www.lewisturco.net/







