Full Moon
 
In this crisp air
clouds float purple and royal blue
while floods of silver
coat the hills
we have walked
stiff crunching grass
not-quite tinkles
beneith us
our pores open to  the cold
our  breaths reflected
  Copyright © Rose Lobel, 2010
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