
The crescent moon
Shines just outside,
droplets of moon dust
Filters through ice crystals,
Frigid from late autumn.
We rise in hope as heavens
promise what we cannot.
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Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
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The crescent moon
Shines just outside,
droplets of moon dust
Filters through ice crystals,
Frigid from late autumn.
We rise in hope as heavens
promise what we cannot.
CMM © 2020