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Grandmother Moon rises
Smiling behind
My small mountain
I look away towards
Your flickering valley
Arms spread
My puny shadow grows
Becoming a forest
Concealing the game trail
In the far distance
The Tennessee River
Shines blue moonlight
I move forward
Towards the west
Blind feet stepping
Into mysteries chosen
Path revealed as
Grandmother arcs
Across the Virgo night
No longer dark
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http://donhynes.com/blog/?s=Grandmother+Moon
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Sweet Willow, I feel uncomfortable borrowing pieces of of another’s blog, especially without permission and out of context. Please forgive me, but I have replaced the jpg with a link to the Don Hynes poem and illustration from 2012.
You are so clever to make such connections. Thank you.
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I read the poem and just left a comment saying how thought provoking this poem is. As beautiful as it is the replies are even more so.
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Thanks Willow.
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