Luna’s Allure

 
awoke from a dream
with divine gratitude
    for Gaia’s
    sentient gifts

stepping out onto
    the dewy grass,
see it there
in the field:

    fog flowing upward
from the pond,
billowing under
    gleaming
    moon beams

reaching out
    for the stars;
luminous
    in the early hours
    of dawn’s awakening

levitating toward
    a deep indigo sky,
curling
in suspension…

intrigued;
    the brume dances
    for Luna
    in the twilight