Moonlit memory


Standing to the left of her
night but right in the center
of love, silk mystery calling
from behind, opening to
heaven above and the
fragrance of the paths she
walked on Earth, now void
of yellow and sway.


Writer’s Digest PAD
Two fer Tuesday: right and left poem

(I combined them)

and 1sojournalPhoto prompt

Blossom In Moonlight
Pen and Ink Drawing w/ Digital Background
Elizabeth Crawford