Sunday, October 10, 2004

Being in the Night
By Don

Soft, gentle breeze,
faint Autumn scents,
quiet late night moment,
awaiting the rising sun.

Silver moon sliver,
dangles from the sky,
twinkle stars delight,
lonesome crickets cry.

Somehow,
always we are here,
never late for today,
sitting on life's front porch step.

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