It's Still Life

Between the Days

Somewhere,
between harvests
and rain storms,
and lingering wooden crates
with mythic mounds
of apples,
(seems only a week ago)
the moon raised itself,
as if to order
our world to rights.
It was a ripe
spoon-fed ball, and it
took our breath away.

for dVerse: Quadrille 21 with 44 words. Including “breath” or “breathe”. 44: no more; no less. Image is from Unsplash CC:O (no © and no restrictions), with effects added by Pixlr.