46 moons is an intriguing title. Is it one moon for each year of life? I presume it is. Much less obvious than 46 Springs or 46 other annual events. Lol
The poems theme about aging mixed with optimistic hope is well portrayed. The realisation of being amongstt the young and feeling somehow inferior , but then the twist of the dance floor, magic happens as snow confetti falls...
The reminder that the future is bright and anything is possible. Make a wish and scatter that star dust.
Well done, a lovely write.
1 year ago
Andrea, I love this. It goes to show us 'oldies' can move to and probably better than some of those younger ones as well.