It was nice to see the full moon yesterday morning.
It had slipped low, behind the tree out back; brilliant as a cracked canvas of piercing light.
It had reigned high overnight, overhead, spreading its magic down below.
Stirring the brew, erasing the dark, illuminating the veil.
I stood there watching as this last full moon of summer packed its things, until finally it wandered away, dragging with it the final days of boundless warmth and endless sunshine.
Fall arrives on Sunday.
I hope it brings cake….
It would be nice if it brought cake….
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