You write of twelve moons

Did you leave one for me?

Intentionally or unintentionally

Knowing surely someone would explore

Lie on their backs under the white

Electric stars and wish for a verse

To explore light fighting a cobalt sky

All night and unwilling to relent

But likely you were then too young

To think of younger souls taking your

Words to the woods your picture in

Their pocket as you kept Keats

Yet unimagined how you would

Become the world you sought

Bringing others into the inner circle

Of those who seek to reconcile

The changing face of the moon

Her moods, her charms

Magnetized by the cool air she fills

Though the Algonquin assigned

twelve phases to her cycle

Some said it to be thirteen

And even the Gregorians have

their blue moon meaning surely

You left space for those who would

Weave themselves into the pattern

Knowing we who seek, who marvel

Who stagger eyes ever upward

Are but one people

Under one moon

Sabrina is a massage therapist and nurse with a love of people and a passion for travel. She spent years teaching English in Asia, along with her husband and feels extremely grateful for the life experience and perspective she gained there.

Her life has been rich with emotional experiences of both profound joy and sorrow. Her late husband, artist Bryan K Smith, was and continues to be, a powerful source of inspiration for her. Her home in the beautiful mountains of Asheville, NC is as well. She is ever exploring the common threads of life experience and meaning that unite us with nature and each other.

Writing, particularly poetry, has been an inborn need and a way to understand the world since childhood. She has written and cataloged her poems for over twenty years. This marks a new, and challenging phase in her life and literary path, as she begins seeking publication for the first time. Sabrina is determined and excited to exchange her unique perspective of our amazing journey with others through her work.