Pale Moon Rise

Baker

More wolves here. 
They prowl, they move. 
Light the fire. 
Illuminate the unapparent. 
Protect what’s left. 

Snow covered wood. 
Bleached white air. 
Little falling disasters. 
Oh helpless feelings. 

Night skies full of mystery. 
Falling stars. 
I’m no longer wishing. 
Howling distant, but ever present. 
Pale moon rise. 

Wash me in the river. 
To sanctify the heart. 
This winters twilight slumber softly. 
Amongst the peril of the night. 

  • Author: Baker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2022 00:45
  • Category: Nature
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Comments3

  • tallisman

    Great imagery!

  • Baker

    Thank you ☺️

  • Rachel Summons

    I really like the scenery here!

    • Baker

      Thank you Rachel!



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