The moon rises slowly, stealing
over the eastern horizon
to bathe us all in the hushed
tones of darkness, while we gaze
westward, watching the reds
and yellows, pinks and blues, the
orange
of evening dissolving us into night.
Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
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