touched by a moonbeam
tranquil lake shivers silver
~ripples reach my ears
listening closely, I hear
lowest hanging clouds murmur

hanging clouds murmur
mischief firing up some fun
~pillow fight follows
sudden unexpected kiss
below falling down feathers

falling down feathers
caressing cherry blossoms
~April rain showers
shivering streams of silver
matting our hair as we dance

as we dance all night
starlight splattering on souls
~ summer sighs softly
as time’s tender tendrils tug
temptingly towards autumn

autumn always clicks
photographs in sepia
~ I’m thinking of us

~ A renga by David of The skeptic’s kaddish and me of mindfills. It’s been so fun. It started here and now…

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