A full moon penetrates this cool November night.
Its' light whispers through the naked tree branches.
as the moon glow caress the cold brown earth.
In the distance I feel the ever present Appalachian silhouette
resting in her peaceful familiar posture.
Tranquility has engaged another evening and friends that
graze on this fertile land lay quietly hearing the evenings song.
A grateful sun has gone to rest and the timbers that shared their shade slowly close their lights one on one.
The wind stirs a blanket of brown crumbling 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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