Photo by NASA on Unsplash I form the edges of the night,my boundaries cast widefor we are in the darkling time,the liminal space between the endand the beginning. I, your moon, grow largeat this juncture,a silver disc,frost bound, ghostly,your cold companion. ….. This week in dVerse Quadrille Monday, we are asked to mull over the moon, in any … Continue reading dVerse Quadrille Monday: Threshold