Upon arrival of the full sprouting grass moon

I must confess that spectral appearance
reddened by the gracious moon
draped
over the sky would never escape my memory,
this is something
that you can’t describe nor share the experience with anyone.
What binds us to life?
What conjures the milky stars?
What distinguishes us from other living creatures?
I would never figure out.

 

Photo credits: @jasonlimberg

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads