The moon is a dime falling
from night's blue-black overcoat.

Gothic

The darker you come
   the harder I fall.

Sisters

The moon and the snow are sisters.
When you walk with them you never
walk alone.

Scented

Put a star under each breast--
Heaven-sent
is best.

The sky fell down in patches
and lay gleaming
on the ground.

Earth-stars danced
on a brown branch.

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