The moon drips its light
through the oak tree
in a candle path across my toes.
Entranced by the mystic glow
I imagine myself rooted grass
claiming my piece of earth.
Taking in each moment I share
with tonight I leave all thoughts
of tomorrow on the distant horizon.
Skin mottled by shadows
I stand as a soldier protecting
dreams from reality’s artillery.
©Susie Clevenger 2014