09/20/2025
Fall vibes 🍂
Back Beneath the Old Moonlight
I walk again through the withered trees,
Where golden grass sways in a silent breeze.
The moon above, still round and bright,
Shines down on two shadows in the night.
Back then—barefoot, our coats were thin,
Winter winds creeping through our skin.
But your hand in mine, warm and true,
Held a fire the cold never knew.
We had no more than ash and flame,
Roasted corn, a whispered name.
Yet laughter echoed through our camp,
Brighter than the richest lamp.
Mother’s tales by the full moon’s glow,
Warmed our hearts when nights ran low.
You listened close, I leaned in tight—
Two small stars in the quiet night.
Now our hair is streaked with snow,
And leaves have fallen long ago.
Still, my feet find that sacred space—
Where love once made a holy place.
