Published Thu Sep 05, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
In the early dawn hours,
As I looked to the sky
I saw the moon through the trees
Gently she faded from my sight
As the darkness waned
And the day waxed bright.
I wish that I could paint the light
So you could see from far
How it fills the trees with morning stars
And changes leaves to amber
And back to green
More beautiful than I’ve ever seen before;
Yet causes me to remember
Another bright September
The kind of days I wish we’d share once more.
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