by Emily Gingrich
The moon is nesting in the trees
Beyond the gleaming bay.
She’s crossing lacy strands of light
Leftover from today.
The curve of light, like sea-sand, drops
Below the edge of trees,
And morning skies rise endless blue,
While gull-cries whet the breeze.
Emily Gingrich is a Canadian teacher who is realizing she has too many dreams for one lifetime.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy