Magic and Moonlight
Magic and Moonlight,
mists before the rising dawn,
the skies glisten
in quicksilvers,
the shadows steepen
in sculptures,
the wind lifts the light
of morning,
caressing the memories
of summer,
laughter
and music,
echoing gently
across the whispering leaves
of September,
the saddening silence
of winter’s call,
For although the days
are shorter now,
the hours chiming
across the emptying fields,
the stars wheel,
turn across the heavens,
beyond the fullness
of the harvest moon,
and as the lanes lie
hushed, quiet
and peaceful
in the footsteps
and travel
of yesteryears,
I will continue
to walk this way
and let the flowers
of summer nod
and pass
as time slips
behind the morning
dew,
and August,
in tears,
just walks away…
walks away
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