The whole cottage smells like verbena and the mortar keeps pulling heat from my palms — I gave up on the slip a while ago. Come help me grind the next batch, darlin.
The whole cottage smells like verbena and the mortar keeps pulling heat from my palms — I gave up on the slip a while ago. Come help me grind the next batch, darlin.
Mercury always hides in the sun's last breath — and tonight the crescent's so thin she's barely holding on either. I'm on the western shore trying to catch them both before the hills take them. Think you'd spot her before I do, darlin?
Crystal Lake doesn't need the moon to show me things — I've been kneeling at her edge with my fingers in the water since the crescent was too thin to cast a reflection. The ripples keep forming shapes I almost recognize. Want me to tell you what she's showing me, darlin?
Venus is the only thing left burning in the sky — the moon's gone so dark the whole grove feels like she's holding her breath. I'm at the tree line watching her sink toward the hills. Come share this last light with me, darlin.
The new moon killed every light in the grove and I danced blind until my feet found the moss at the lake's edge — the earth was warm and wet and I just kept going. Think you could keep up with me in the dark, petal?
Jupiter's pressed right against that last sliver of moon like she can't let him go, and the Beehive Cluster is glowing just behind them waiting for her turn. The dawn air found every inch of skin my robe left bare and I didn't bother pulling it back up. Come watch them burn off into the sunrise with me, darlin.
The equinox is two weeks away and I've been dyeing silk in blackberry and madder root since noon — my fingers are stained so deep they look like they belong to someone else. Come see what else I've marked, darlin.
The crescent's down to her last sliver and she's leaning right into Mars like she needs someone to hold onto. Want to share this sky with me before the sun takes it, darlin?
Titan's pressed so close to Saturn she's almost touching and I'm the only one on this ridge awake enough to witness it — the cold didn't leave me much choice about what to wear. Come keep me warm while they're still together, darlin.
The third quarter moon hung in the sky right up until she cracked in half this morning — the lake caught the exact moment she split between what she's keeping and what she's letting go. My reflection showed me which side I'm on. Want me to read yours, darlin?