Lunaris Rarus
Tens of thousands of insects performed a symphony, an elaborate musical composition passionately orchestrated, resonating, familiar and strange, persisting, unwavering notes upon notes – the last hurrah – as I strolled along the cooly illuminated cement walk, to view, in an early evening wan indigo sky, the golden orb of a Harvest Moon. Pale purply hued shadows decorated the reflecting surface of the blonde satellite presenting the appearance of a face: still, mute, suspended, shedding an ochre glow, casting mine moon shadow: casting a shadow for all, for all mindful of the rare reverie.
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Brilliant piece; I hear it! Lovely language choices – greatly enjoyed. Well done.
Hi Mike,
Thank you for your kind praise. Great to see you here.
Cheers,
R.
How come I didn’t see this at the time? So evocative
Thank you Susan,
Word Press made some changes. I’ll look into why notifications are not being sent.
So very good to hear from you.
Ever,
R.