November Dreams
Grass still has luster,
all oaks have turned yellow bright..
as dark nears, night unfolds dreams.
Alone as myself,
that moon shimmers in starlight...
it won't vanish 'till I sleep.
Entered in Andrea Deitrich's contest,
" November Dreams "
Written by Andrew Crisci on 10/10/2014
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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