May

A waxing moon rises above the horizon,

Inky trees drip all the way down into the earth

And your soul.

The shorter night is warm and sweet.

Exhale the dusty winter air.

Sweet fresh green wind fills you with

Enchantment.

Swirling succulent scent of flowers.

Another forest blooms under the eye

Of the magnetic moon.

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