tree-shredded moonlight
lies in strips across the path
and drips onto my hair
until, shaking it from me,
it pools on the doormat
where by sunrise it has gone
I’ve resumed my daily walks, but with daylight saving time over my walks are now mostly in the dark. At least at the moment the moon is near full.
anotherKate 
This is so beautiful Kate. A lyrical masterpiece.
Thanks Worms! 🙂
If Moon is dripped into your hair , how will you write poetry ? please write one . Your poetry appears to be gorgeous . Thanks for sharing !
Tree shredded moonlight, wow
“Julienned” was the word that first came to mind last night, but it made me think of carrots so I settled on tree-shredded. 😀
lovely. And happy daily walks to you.
Thanks Selma 🙂
Lovely gem of a poem.
Thanks Roger!
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Beautiful.
Thanks Marion. 🙂
This is just gorgeous, Kate. “moonlight…drips onto my hair…pools on the doormat”. Lovely images.
Beautiful writing. Kate, you have a way with words.