Wrapped in Wonder ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2021
Original artwork SOLD at Gallery 322
From a rowhouse window, I watch the slightest sliver of waning crescent, quiet as candlelight, still as the edge of the eastern horizon, in the crisp November night, three hours before it disappears into dawn. The room is at rest, ready for December, and I am wrapped in winter wool, writing in the waning light of two wax tapers. Waxing, waning, and moving toward new moon, where we begin again.
~ Michael Douglas Jones
Parcel №5
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