September
A hazy half moon spies
in a translucent blue sky.
Maple trees sway
in a warm breeze.
Amidst the soft rustles
cicadas crescendo,
blissful and melancholy.
It's the final curtain call,
the withering has begun.
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| Jim Kalor -http://stars.astro.illinois.edu/moon.html |
1 comment:
WHo wrote that? its very descriptive...and kind of sad. ANd yet points to new beginnings.
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