On Moonlit Nights

A shadow falls across
the yellow moon,
so quickly
I can scarce believe
my eyes
among the drifting clouds
he plays with glee
a specter
from a distant memory.
An equine myth
with singular white horn
drinks from
a clear, blue stream
and is adorned
with blossoms
from a long forgotten
dream.

Linda L. Creech

Keep Your Angel
On Your Shoulder, Sig


"I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can door any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now.Let me not defer or neglect it. For I shall not pass this way again." ~ Steven Grellet