Moonlight
With red and purple sunset
melting into blackened sky
The hummingbirds have bedded down
and shortly so shall I
As crickets sing their lullaby
into a dream I fall
The things of night begin to stir
at moonlight's beck and call
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2019
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