Mastodawn

"It lingers beneath the beauty of jeweled skies. The beauty of the night cannot hide what can be felt within one’s soul. Something is coming..."

The latest poetry on the #MockingOwlRoost blog from the gifted and wonderful John Muro.

Air’s pearl-strung with tears of salt and husks of hibiscus. Low lying clouds extend dusk like an oilcloth across the western horizon,

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