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.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
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