Morning Guardian
This morning run inspired a tanka poem.
I looked up in the sky and saw the crescent moon hiding behind the clouds. I could just make it out and was grateful.
My guardian as I run on the dark roads— seeing her makes me feel safe and not alone.
MORNING GUARDIAN Crescent moon living spy from behind the clouds watch me take shape on the road—my secret protector Silent, I'm never alone.
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The moon, a constant companion. 🌝
I too spotted what I’ve always called ‘a giant’s fingernail’ this morning - the crescent moon is the most beautiful phase of all! Beautiful poem, Julie.