ON NEW FALLEN SNOW II
The moon, a luminous pearl
hangs suspended
in the heavens
bathing the landscape
in a silvery glow.
In the distance
the faint outline
of trees can be seen
Their branches reaching
towards the sky
like pale, bony fingers.
Wolf howls alone
a city sleeps tomorrow
In the unknown.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2024
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