a sigh unfolds the
night
the milky moon
grows glassy with
chill
unseen rain listens
to the rush of dry
leaves
tumbling in its wake
no visible sign
promises a tomorrow
as night replaces day
♥ ♥ ♥
Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor
Sunday, December 16, 2012
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4 comments:
This is enigmatic.
A mysterious melange of hope
And foreboding.
Cheers!
JzB
Gorgeous and concise, Susan. I too have been thinking about the milky moon. Happy holidays!
Pamela
oh, lovely!
Lovely and mysterious.
Madeleine Begun Kane
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