sweet smell of woodsmoke
and singing from beyond the hill
people gathering
between old and new
air filled with messages
seen and unseen blend
bonfires lite the night
revelry and remembrances
dawn brings a new year
Sunday, May 31 — 4:45 a.m. — Blue Moon, just me rambling on
"Once in a blue moon." replied my Aunt . " The moon isn't blue it's white." i stated, wondering if there w...
