Late into dusk's ebb
She married the moon
Came dancing ragged
Drunk on starlight
Shy for ghost thoughts
Naked, woeful

Night bloomers unfurling at her feet
Quiet primula bashful
Sweet air thick
Making foggy moss patches
Between the stones
Sage depth blanket
Warmly undulating

Frond forest whispering low
Against shimmering celluloid sky
Tamarack limbs embrace her
Bark skin, scarless
Soft harsh peace