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2.12.2014

howard schwartz



calling the moon closer



All at once
I find her taking root
in the soft earth beside me.
It's hard to wake her.
Even when her eyes are open
she cannot breath-
whether to draw her breath
like a young girl
or let her leaves absorb
the light.
Still
she calls the moon closer,
and lets me hold her
in my arms,
and all the while she shelters me,
the branches are filled
with a silver light,
as if the moon had slipped
inside.

~howard schwartz from The Library of Dreams

xxx

3 comments:

goatman said...


I love trees, and their representations. Seems as if we are of the same grain breathing the air and sunlight as we do.

red dirt girl said...

Happy Valentine's Day, goatman!
xxx

goatman said...


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