Go see me

The moon is from last May, the words from yesterday. Bitter feet want his bed.Together in thousand lies.I ask sweetly:“Go see me.”Goddess waxes the moon away.

Pic and a Word #305: The sea

My today’s poem is channelled by the Oracle, as K. calls magnetic poetry, and comes with an old sunset. I haven’t seen anything like this in a while. But first – happy first day of spring! I didn’t know it’s today when I went on my first walk without my winter coat this morning, but