Crescent Hook for Wayward Thoughts

October moon rises-

Orange from the sun.


Crisp air shudders.


As tree waits,

One leaf falls.


Rabbit hops,

Crow flies.


Mysterious womb gathers

Scattered dreams
 of receding day.


Moths parachute through time…


I love stars to be a part of my day–

They make me smile, feel happy in a way.

So bright, so fun—that mysterious twinkle.

What is really up there? Is it time in a wrinkle?

What can I say?  I was born to play!

Stars help me remember that I came that way…


(seed bead mosaic by the author)