Passenger Moon
by Meg Smith
Some glory pales,
faceless
through winter trees —
like a deer, a flame leaping
in the arc of its own night.
This dream
cannot keep me
from waking
in the cold, copper light.
© 2019 Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, writer,
journalist, dancer and events
producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The
Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry
Bay,
The
Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and
many more.
Her most recent poetry books, This
Scarlet Dancing and Dear
Deepest
Ghost, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits to
megsmithwriter.net.
Find more by Meg Smith in the Author
Index.
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