Super Snow Moon

Sitting under the super snow moon,

with you,

sneaking glances and kisses,

whispering our wishes,

in case the stars can hear our secrets,

fingers intertwined,

as I lean into your embrace,

wondering how long I can hope to have you,

and if this is what the world meant,

when they said that love was magic.


Read My Books

Hear My Music

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS

Drowning In Us
What Ever Happened To Baby Jen?
Notes To My Muse

COME FIND ME

Twitter
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: