A full moon penetrates this cool November night.
Its' light whispers through naked trees
and caress the cold brown earth.
I feel the ever present Appalachian silhouette resting
in a peaceful familiar posture Tranquility has engaged
another evening and friends that graze this fertile land lay quietly hearing the darkness call.
A grateful sun has gone to rest and the timbers that shared
their shade slowly close their lights as the wind stirs a blanket of autumn colored leaves.
A door creeks, two whispers pass hurriedly to find a warm embrace
and at a distance there is a howling swell of city sounds,
thankfully still too far away to break this evening's song.
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