Part 10 of the Moon Series
Spirits get restless
in the shadow
of a Hunter’s Moon,
air is clear,
colours crisp,
redolent of Autumn’s
calm decay,
one year to the day
when I found you
and all life changed
for you, me and everyone
we ever knew.
Samhain can never
be the same
when you’re here,
never there,
nor here,
an…