Near Midnight
Near Midnight
Wind is hissing in the trees
making a sighing sound
Wind chimes tinkling merrily
from breezes blowing round
Crescent moon is ghosting through
gathering clouds up high
No bright stars up there to view
pale moon in jet black sky
The birds have long stopped chirping
the night is getting deep
It's time that I stop writing
and get a good night's sleep.
Copyright © Lenna Walker | Year Posted 2017
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