• Image of Full Moon Harvest

The moon, she’s seen me
wax and wane.
At her brightest,
my edges spill beyond
the skin I’m wearing.
I couldn’t contain
these radiant dreams
from silent seeds I planted then
that night she was
at her darkest.

“Full Moon Harvest” | mixed media with dried flowers and flower essences on bamboo paper (with a handwritten poem on the back)