it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed