8 comments on “The moon in the tree

  1. Ooh, interesting quote and photo. I read a poem earlier today by Nina Bogin it ends like this,

    …I climbed the pink stairs, entered
    the house as calm and ephemeral
    as my own certainty:
    this is my house, my key,
    my hand with its new lines.
    I am as old as I will ever be.

    I guess now that I’m fifty age related topics get me thinking!

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