Nightingale Moon

I am the pale moon rising,
the nightingale at work –
spinning dreams of whimsy,
kissing deeply the birth
of dreams sheltered privy
beneath eyelids closed,
behind doors locked, and
warmed by blankets stowed.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Day Six of National Poetry Writing Month & NaPoWriMo

Nightingale Moon

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