Poem -
The dark sky
As the day grows shorter and the sunsets free, the night grows dark like a black quilted silky glittery sheet. Stars become clear to see the moon so bright listening to a midnight song of a fiddler playing its nightly tune delight .
©gemmilynn
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Comments
Interesting poem. I was going to say it was a bit out of season, but then I'm in the UK and you're in the US, where I guess yoy are approaching the shortest day, whilst we're approaching the longest.
Thank you so much !
lovely visual. A nice little escape for the reader. Thanks for sharing :)
Thank you for reading :)