New Moon, New Moon By irisanya

The moon sings to me, speaks to me, calls to me.

Lingering in its shadow last night, I felt the whisper of a beginning. And tonight, I’ll walk out to the lavender in the front yard and whisper into the purple the spell that I want to bring into being. I’ll sing to it a song of love.

The purple only started to reveal itself this week, after the rains cleared. Vibrant and startling. Bursting forth toward the sun.

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