Under the Pink Moon

Angie Kinman

The nightingale sings
of springtide
under the pink moon.

Mountains speak,
the sun settles—
a pale evening primrose.

Angel’s trumpet,
jasmine and moonflowers
light my way.

Barred owls glide
and lunar moths float
to a nocturne.

God created the glow
and the melody
in the night garden.

Ask the animals,
the birds, and the earth—
they will teach you.

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Angie Kinman
Angie is a writer, reading interventionist, and retired teacher living in Nashville, Tennessee. She has always been passionate about teaching poetry, but it was not until her daughter, who had special needs, passed away on March 2, 2023 that she began to write poetry. She has found healing and a divine connection through writing.