Night


Night

Shafts of sun wither

A stillness settles in

Brittle the air

Nighttime begins

Shadows deep from wooded harbor they grow

Stretching over the land, daylight’s repose

Moon softly rising

Sphere milky white

Drifts ‘cross wide expanse

An ethereal sight

Stars – ancient souls

Older than man

Reaching beyond a billion life spans.

©2010 Tracy A. Mangold


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