In reverence of a full moon sky; memory shines. T’was magical, watching her rise up, when she suddenly she stopped. Breathless. She paused, resting a moment upon tree's mantle.
A woman strolled the beach calm, sinking toes in cool sifting sand. Felt the rhythmic pull of tides, rushing in resilience only to hasten back. In the dark of night, with not a soul in sight, the moon swayed as she danced.
As we enter into this Sabbath, nurture your soul’s moonlight.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Photo: Kauai, 2006 ~liz