*published in Garfield Lake Review, 2021
the silver moon
dips below the edge of the velvet lilac cloud
blush rises
in the sky from the points of the trees
at times I feel painted too
and gilded
by the last rays of the sun
then the night descends
and the shadows grow deep
and I remember all the words you have said
and all the words you have denied
tiny silver moons leave glittering trails along my blushing cheeks