Mezza Luna

Half way across the frozen lake, the old dog stops and lies down. On the far shore a woman calls and calls. Pleading.

No one celebrates
Mezza Luna, the half-moon;
they just wait.

Thanks Frank J. Tassone for this weeks dVerse prompt for Haibun Monday, Mezza Luna (Italian for the quarter phase or half-moon).

Author: chrisbkm

Chris Morrison was born in Thunder Bay, Ontario and currently lives on the north shore of Nova Scotia.

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