Today’s Poem-A-Day Prompt was to write a poem about night.
I know this is true
because the moon laid her head
in that indigo,
on that blue velvet cushion
of sky. How she sighed for joy.
1. Michael the archangel is a bluebird. I know this, but it might be a secret.
2. People who understand group process.
3. Semi-permeable boundaries
4. Re-constituting the resume–what a challenging process of self-definition, that one
5. Saints. And sinners.
May we walk in Beauty!