Interpret as you will.
Interpret as you will.
by Blair Dunbar25 Jan 2019
A deep howling shakes the trees as the moon rises over head.
Tonight the forest weeps.
"I missed you," the forest cries out, "please stay".
The moon's shadow embraced it's company.
The moon twinkled as the trees swayed.
I related to the forest.
"Forget me not," I whispered into the moonlight.