Diamond Moon

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To My Grandmother Who Taught Me to Dr...

Diamond Moon

She finger paints in cobalt on feathered cloudbursts, tender cupid's bow brushing rose-hued kisses across charcoal skies. She places tiny diamonds in her crimson hair, and after pinkie swears and bedside prayers, trills their brilliance into the cosmic winds.

Beneath the full moon

Slumber creates dappled fire

Atop crop circles

A Haibun is short prose with very few words, with a haiku poem attached