Nightscape

The half moon over Oldesong tree
melts into raindrops, carving wood
into fine crooked ridges, searing
storms into each falling leaf
when breathless stillness of the night
veils the trembling autumn wind
and all her burning sunsets.

T. E. Pyrus

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