
A Mezzaluna Haibun
Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale and faint at your dizzying heights. Up there, up there. We stare up up.
Shadows on your tide
Riding on your wraps of wind
You buried your face
Written for dVerse Haibun “Mezza Luna”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @dversepoets
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