Poetry & Prose
Crescent Moon Oh I love the early quiet, particularly the predawn hours when the sky turns steely grey illuminating the silhouettes of towering pines. Tis the first thing I see when I open my eyes but today, I was in for something twice as nice, a crescent moon hung perfectly framed in my bedroom window and the night watchman there in his hammock of dreams flickered the lights, it seemed just for me I smiled in amazement , and wondered if I was seeing things, perhaps, it was magic of the moment but I thought I saw him wink . Sherry aka The Realist ©Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved Back |
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