An Eerie Eve
Ashen day turns into blackened night. One
limb of a lonely tree stripped of its
pre-fall leaves juts out against the
backdrop of an inked sky scraped
with gray. Dark clouds enfold
the full white moon, who
cannot break loose
from these strange
small hours’
grasp.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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