The Moonlit Path In the Chill of October
The moonlit path in the chill of October
is transformed by the thickness
of shadows rising and not dissipating
the creepy fog that induces fear.
Everything disappears from sight...
while the whitest full moon
glides and shines brilliantly,
and its brightness reaches
the depths of a magnificent universe.
All the feeble firs and birches
seem gigantic fathoms taking on
a human form and begin
to oscillate blown hard
by the ocean's hissing wind,
which stirs up foamy waves
battering against the huge
rocks that protect the sandy shore.
Owls and crickets have flown
to a safer grove less than a mile away,
and whirring their wings faster,
they too vanish trough the thickening
fog hoping to find calm there,
unless a hurricane is coming soon.
The moonlit path in the chill of October
illuminates a wilderness succumbed
to fog and tempestuous winds
coming from the doomed bay
that hours ago was frequented
by herons and ivory gulls.
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