Moon Paint

sleep in to stream song
squirrels tattle while birds sing
the joy of quiet

painted by fresh rain
a burned out forest brightens
gold, silver steal brown

protected from wind
we share a moment alone
we love to pique peaks

my wet fire fades
until you stack teepeed wood
you’re always my flame

the moon a spotlight
full circle at sixteen years
holds us together

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