one

star

sliver

of

moon

black

tree

tops

against

cerulean

sky

umber

glow

swirl

of

mist

glitter

of

frost

my

toes

that poem was about looking up at the sky and then drawing a line straight down to my feet and all the things that were in that line of vision starting from the top

i tried to think of a one word title that would make the reader understand it was a line from heavan to earth but couldn't come up with one

was that magic transition time at dawn

sun coming up and moon still high and bright

star out

know wot i mean

by eileen