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Almost Full
Above the tree haunts,
as in a scary tale,
skeletal branches
like arms beckoning
come closer;
almost a full moon,
eerily lopsided,
warped in its beauty,
stares out of the night sky,
questioning why I
would ever think, even
in the absence of stars
the moon would not shine its hello to the predawn
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| Julie A. Dickson |
Julie A. Dickson has been a poet for over 55 years and a YA fiction writer. She draws from memories, life experiences, nature, and visual art. Her work has been widely published in many journals, including Kind of a Hurricane Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Feed the Holy, and MasticadoresUSA. Dickson shares her home with two rescued feral cats, Cam and Jojo.
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