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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Unfolding for The Sunday Whirl #87

Thanks, Brenda, for this Wordle prompt...





a sigh unfolds the night
the milky moon
grows glassy with chill

unseen rain listens
to the rush of dry leaves
tumbling in its wake

no visible sign
promises a tomorrow
as night replaces day

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4 comments:

Jazzbumpa said...

This is enigmatic.

A mysterious melange of hope
And foreboding.

Cheers!
JzB

flaubert said...

Gorgeous and concise, Susan. I too have been thinking about the milky moon. Happy holidays!

Pamela

Mama Pajama said...

oh, lovely!

Mad Kane said...

Lovely and mysterious.

Madeleine Begun Kane