A slice of grey matter in the sky; the moon; flung up, pancake style, round as a bubble with no wobble, so confident in flux: full with it.

Tired, not exhausted, driving, full-beams dredging hedges, a small catch of wild eye reflections, all along the tree tunnel the moon is flickered off and on, the tree tunnel: edged in gold leaf.


  1. Ooh. I was so disappointed that I somehow missed the Harvest Moon, save for thanks to you, I didn't.
    Have a lovely weekend.

  2. :-) It's in a clear sky tonight, I keep going outside and gazing at it! x Happy weekends all round!


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