MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

a-whisper

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iceland cloudless night hike

high past silver-wet boulders

to towering falls spray

mist dispersing lunar light

into softest crimson, faded

red-gold, near-hidden

gentle yellow suffusing

into indigo, mauve and

baby-cheek pink

not so much aglow as

in this near dark

a-whispered

moonbow

mjNordgren  N  8/24/17

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Author: mjnordgren

as a retired physician, i have needed to talk with many persons about end of life. And then I cared for my husband for more than five years.

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