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November Night
A sonnet
Nov 23, 2020
Most of the trees have dropped their dry dead leaves.
The moon at the top of the tall pine tree,
Shining through broken cloud cover it breathes,
Bouncing heavy pine boughs, blowing debris.
Porch light takes the place of summers sunlight,
And fireflies light long ago extinguished.
Many hours are left in this long cold night,
Darkness for which autumn is distinguished.
Fear of darkness fills the night with sadness.
Embrace the light’s absence and it’s brightness.
Better we understand the moons madness,
Better prepared for daylight’s forthrightness.
Soon enough we will vanish in the night.
Love life as we know not where goes our light.
