Through the Night
Sitting, absorbing the pleasures, a gulp of wine from an old mug.
Gazing in to the embers, a lonely flame dances, enhances.
During the dark hours the fields become shrouded in white,
I sat up all night and then it dawned on me.
Copyright © Leigh Stephenson | Year Posted 2018
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