Fall

I can hear the pine trees talk

Once upon a time
There was a moon
Who sat high in the tops of
His favorite pines

I stood underneath
And looked straight up
My head and neck aligned
I closed my eyes
And listened ~so very closely

I could hear the pine trees talk
Where winds blew
And rivers crossed
And stories be told
Over the land and sky
To my home

I looked up to find my new friend
Playing in the pines
And right beside him sat
Jupiter, Saturn and Pluto

His name
Was Mr. Crow Moon
And he was playing rolling jacks ~
Eggs in the Basket, Toad in the Hole
Fivestones and even Onesies
With his new friend, called Boo
Who was a star by choice, you know?
His home is far away, of course
Built in the constellation ~Bootes
Which stayed posted near by

But I could still see them
Playing together
Sitting frog-legged
Bouncing planets and then
Tossing star points high in the sky

Now I don’t even know
Who ever won a single game
But no matter what time ~
And every time
I stepped out my door
Or looked out my window
I would try to find Mr. Crow Moon
Hiding high in the tree tops ~
Of now, my favorite pines

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