Beaconing

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Full smoky moon
An omen or a beacon

I look for signs.

Umber, then amber,

Obscurely glowing among oak-twists

Of an earth-black lattice.

Omen

Orange, then saffron,

Ornately cloud-laced, come out!

Beacon

A smile, a face, a glee

Laughingly peeking

Over fingers of mist.

Longingly drawing,
Beckoning a draught

From my lips, but only

An unstoppable

Well-drink

Through sorrowing eyes.

Beacon hold me
Armless, handless, graspless,

I cannot recall wanting so much.
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"Serendipity" was coined on this day, in 1754. It is defined as the phenomenon of finding valuable things not sought for.  Read about it HERE   This blog, and the fellow writers and readers are serendipitous for me.
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