Gregory Crockatt

Rookie (October Second Ninteen-Seventy-Four / Grace Maternity Halifax)

Mother Moon

there i go quietly walking through the night
the air is crisp and a cool wind blows
i pull my parka tight around my shoulders
for although it is spring, winter does linger

the path i follow leads i know not where
though no matter what my destination
high up above me in the dark night sky
a maternal orb of silver light watches solemnly

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