Reflections of a New Moon

Just after sunrise sparrows quarrel. Head
aches so I hydrate, caffeinate. The dead
cannot reach me to console through this buzz.
Unusual no robins come. What does

it cost me as I change, think contrary
to the crowd so weighed with fears they carry?
I’m alone and therein lies my power.
The screens can’t teach me. My leafy bower

a gift. This present I open slowly
the perfect mirroring now shows me
like the new moon reflecting how to tune
a better melody last days of June.

Inspired by: Better, Unusual, Contrary and Console.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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