Moonlight Whispers

A clear sky at night

Moonlight, silver,
streams through trees
between clouds
and night wind.
Spring Peepers chirping,
cicadas singing
over grass rustling,
waving, waving
under wind.
These frame, define,
infuse meaning
into life: my life….
Moon shadows stretch
through tree to tree,
secrets whisper softly.
What can I learn
from ancients past?
Listen. Listen.


By Duane L. Herrmann

Duane L. Herrmann, a reluctant carbon-based life-form, was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a farm in Kansas. How did that happen??? He’s still trying to make sense of it but has grown fond of grass waving in the wind, trees and the enchantment of moonlight. He aspires to be a hermit, but would miss his children, grandchildren and a few friends. His work has been published in many real places and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read (English is difficult enough!). He is known to carry baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and converse with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood (first suicidal at age two) embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, and now, PTSD. He’s still learning to breathe and perform human at the same time.