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Moon Dust Late February, a cold moon hung in the sky I could feel moon dust in the air The stuff that dreams are made of Once in a while, a dream lingers Demanding to be remembered Turn the page to a darker side Nightmares can haunt for weeks When a walk in the woods becomes a horror movie When a hand shoots up from the ground Dragging you under through the roots On either side of the path, they whisper to each other A strange place where flowers grow in the dark Beautiful to look at, don’t touch they bite Being bitten by a rose is no fun Don’t go near the tall grass, they whip your skin Like an overgrown task master I expect to see welts on my skin when I wake Thank God, they are never there I am grateful for the night terrors Working on my mind Now, I have a new novel to write… ©AnitaDawes2022
Is it snowing where you are yet?
I am in Key West! Lovely! Love the dust!
The last days we only had snow like icing on the cake. I don’t miss it. Best wishes, Michael
Sorry about that, I love the stuff!
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We’ve had a couple of snow events, probably the same ones as Wayne mentioned, since we’re on the same island. The snow didn’t linger, however.
Shame…
It’s snowed several times already in Tofino!
Lovely…
No snow in Texas. 🙂 A compelling poem, Anita!
Thanks Jan…