Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, September 12, 2016
Poetic Bloomings the moon
The Moon
The moon sat on the mountaintop,
as if it were going to camp there.
Reluctantly, it disappeared,
perhaps searching for poets to inspire
for a romance to rekindle,
or a lake, to admire its own reflection.
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