morning moon

the morning moon hangs low over the treetops like a ripe fruit watching over the hills calm and serene across the valley the sun stretches and yawns sends sunbeams bouncing off clouds grabbing attention dazzling eyes the morning moon rests wide smiling face relaxed soft and gently glowing patiently biding time til darkness falls again

writing myself a bedtime story

just one more, my fingers beg as they caress the keys my mind has flown away again so digits have control no birds to fly with in the night my mind is swooping with bats and bathing in pools of moonlight as curious glowing eyes of sheep reflect the light like freakish floating marbles hovering…… Continue reading writing myself a bedtime story