I see the moon

I see the moon.
The moon sees me.
The moon sees somebody 
I want to see.

On a cold night in January,

the moon

patiently works its way

through tree branches

above the fields near Stones River

to see
to remember

to honor

to grieve

those who forever lie there and
each night receive

the lunar visitor.

Photo

29 January 2010

Stones River National Battlefield

Text

2 September 2011

Shire on the Hudson