Woolgathering, Until Dawn

A silver moon arrives to bathe me with her moonlight sending me into a dream state of beauty and respire With feet of feather weight I never touch the ground as I gaze at the beauty that surrounds this gauzy lake Accustomed to the shadows of the night I gather long around the hem of stars that shine down on my estate I watch the flowers in my garden lay withered at me feet while I trundle by the angels, one thousand more to keep Some earthlings like to babble in their little cafes at night but its all Greek to me for I rather lay between two clouds swinging from a hammock, woolgathering, until dawn . October 7, 2020 Words Used: Greek, Moonlight, accustomed, shadow, withered Taken from a book called, "Fugitive Pieces" Author: Anne Michaels