Last Night’s Dream
Moon shines on her dreams
lighting up the open closet
dust bunnies, memories stored
in bags of old clothing.
Waking, she hauls everything out
giving space for the burnished air
to wash the vacant corners
with a breath of freshening air –
© poem and photo by carole fults
2 thoughts on “Last Night’s Dream”
Wasn’t the full moon glorious this month?