The half moon gliding through the dark sky
Is reflected in many windows.
Scent of ripe fruit and damp leaves is in the air.
Students are strolling zigzagedly, laughing loudly
On sidewalks soon to be muffled by snow.
City gardens are dying, about to be buried,
Yet parsley and chives still emerge through the leaves,
And nasturtiums and marigolds continue to bloom.
There are so many apples out in the country
That they’re falling to the ground
And the night deer feast on them.
As the moon begins to set, the sky lightens to a pale blue.
Golden leaves and red wave from near bear branches
Like tiny prayer flags in the golden sun.
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Author: Linda Lewis
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
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