The moon, a lantern
in a velvet sky,
emits
a mustard glow through the
trees of an ancient orchard. It is the spine
that supports
the night; it is without fracture
nor does it drift. It
stands steadfast over
this nocturnal landscape, signaling the
birth of a new season. We revel in
its effervescence as our memories echo our triumphs and
failures. We rejoice, not because the journey
is finished, but because this moon is our sign
it starts anew.
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