These two poems were written by an incarcerated loved one of a member of FFIMI. They wrote them based off of the view of their window and wonder how many poems they can write about the same view.
1/29/21 The just full moon is hanging low, an eerie yellow daffodil glow, a stoic lantern rising high, reflecting fire from across the divide. Awe inspires her patient ascent, escaping horizon into black firmament, and again, as her hues shift to silvery-white, she takes up her throne o’er another dark night ~BW 2/8/21 The day begins, with burnt-orange backdrop silhouetting evergreens and an eastern-rising sliver of silver crescent moon. Now, early evening’s dusk is descending, the horizon of trees and distant blue hills a cascading hue of soft lavender-pink, an ephemeral fairy-haze hovering in-the-between. The afterglow evaporates as this side of the earth rotates away from the daytime caress of the life-giving sun-god’s rays and color fades, to cold blue-gray Another day, Who can say, What it all means, anyway. ~BW