Beauty Speaks
Beyond treetops shines evening light.
Leaves glow and shimmer at sundown.
A perfect prologue to the night.
Before the moon glows bright and round.
Muted orange, a pinkish sight.
Sets the stage for nights subtle sound.
Where silence hears the crickets call
And beauty speaks to one and all.
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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