She looks up at the full August moon.
Her hands move easily with a rhythm that says
she’s been milking goats for a long time.
As she gazes to the sky, she hears the chirring of cicadas.
She wonders about those that have milked and
gazed upon the moon for thousands of years before her.
If you’ve written a 55 be sure to visit G-Man.
Lovely…
dead woman returns
This is so serene!
Lovely reflection.
There is definitely a kind of primordial continuance in the action. Cool.
Teresa…
The Moon Has been Like a Giant Pearl!
I loved your lactating 55 My Friend.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
The moon is so vibrant these last few nights, isn’t it? I loved this, Teresa. I love when we think of the circles of life that enclose us and overlap us.
smiles. a serene scene…the moon and cicadas makes for a great front porch night…