A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickinson
Shuffling
cards
But no play anymore
Dad’s evening
Crescent
moon
Blinking through the old oak
Still foliage
Four
bullets sending
Notorious B.I.G.
To the setting sun
An
opalescence
On the morning windscreen
Pigeon guano
Autumn
leaves
Falling into the pond
Each a golden koi
Dilly-dally
morning
Then the dawdling traffic
Fairy lights ahead
Grey
sky
Dead leaves and snow
Tumbling together
Clouds
again
After the draconids
Headlights then
Aging year
Silence in the shadows
A creak of the knee
Trump
in office
The great pumpkin will rise
Easy peasy
Crescent
moon
Blinking through the old oak
Still foliage
Yellow
moon light
Broken in dew drops
Hurrying on
Cold
October field
Poking in the embers
For potatoes
Snow
white clouds
Multi-coloured sunset
And a sparkling night
Peeking sun
Playing on the foliage
While it lasts
No
frog
In the depth of the pond
But the moon
.
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