wolf moon
Al Gallia
on a silvered cypress limb
a silvered owl
In the wee hours of the night, nature calls and I crawl from my warm sleeping bag. Standing in inky blackness, mottled silver moonlight flickers through the bare cypress trees.
wolf moon…
Al Gallia
a black and silver forest
outside my tent
Blessings and peace, my friends.
This is a wonderful hsibun. The best I have read in a long time.
Thank you! I really appreciate your comment.
Very welcome, Al !!
Sorry * haibun