Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A moment

Last night I watched as a giant hand of cloud held a golden sickle moon just above the sea. It was still early in the night and there was still much darkness ahead before the birds would sing the sun to rise again on a new day. For a while I watched the moon cupped in cloud fingers, bright, beautiful.

1 comment:

  1. I've never lived near the sea--I enjoy the dimension it adds to your walks and your writing.