The moon’s late today
As the sun seems to tarry
Wild geese flying south
This clear moonlit night
The mountains feel the
first frost
Cicada’s big sleep
Shooting star above
And we’re wishing like we’re
kids
No one laughs us down
I feel for the mountains, nipped by frost!
ReplyDeleteNot Enough Moonlight
let the night linger
ReplyDeletefor the warmth of
your words
Much love...
Love this --- cicadas have special meaning to me. Great imagery.
ReplyDeleteA very nice series Lothar ... I am really happy to see you here
ReplyDeleteA nice series. Makes me long for the crisp air of the mountains:)
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