Closer
Blues that seem destined for the day
swirl into maroons of brown and marooned greys
Moons haloed face catches itself on the edges
of blackened cloud turning gossamer in its hints
Pinpricks of stars sway in diminishing concerns
Whispers of breeze tipped with a promise of cold yet to come
The tendrils of skeletal trees reaching skyward
trying to pull the night closer
Just a bit
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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