Nature Poems

	Moon Dust When you weren't looking Tickled by driftwood clouds The moon sneezed And in the morning Lying silver upon the ground Was crushed moon dust The spell had avoided Sharp corners and furrows And blackbird songs It gilded the soft Grass and car windows With glinting sleep And the spell was spent The moon swallowed by dawn's Fevered trumpets This is the signature Of tides. Signal and pure Silent moon dust © David Incoll 2001
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