Moon setting at the same angle as mid-summer sun. Glimmering light across a still lake. To the East, sun just lightening the sky.
Full moon sets at dawn’s first light
Streaks yellow on the lake
Morning sun though not yet born
Glows orange in nighttime’s wake
And as the night with white light fades
The quiet is so deep
I listen and can almost feel
The heaviness of sleep
No birds are trilling, they still perch
With heads beneath a wing
Unwilling yet to test the air
Unwilling yet to sing
November morns portend what’s next
What debt will soon be due
And seasons come and seasons go
With life that’s old and new. ©
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