Full Moon Rising Over Blackett’s Ridge Just As The Sun Sets — Image by kenne
Full Moon on Blackett’s Ridge
Sun’s droppin’ low over Tucson,
painting everything old whiskey gold.
You can feel the light dying,
hear the coyotes start to tune up—
like the land itself needs a song
to make peace with the dark.
And there it is—
the moon,
white as a scar on a healed-up sky,
climbing slowly over Blackett’s Ridge.
