It's Still Life

I looked it in the eye, that moon. It’s the colour of steaming milk, perfectly dropped in a dark joyful void — perfect for blind sleep — for someone who can. But not for me, I’m fixed on this constellation view, watching a winter moon swallow the sky.

Night’s freckles shining
Mistook those bright stars for crumbs
I swept them away

A Winter Moon Haibun for dVerse