December 18

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A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches

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There is little better than a

winter night with a hearty meal, some select liquid

and your hunny with the full moon

creating shadows in the house as it moves

across the sky, dancing with the stars gently

and we full and bundled up slip among

bare trees over crisp leaves and cold water, the

night early and still cooling, no night will be as long

holding hands nearly off balance we watch through the bare branches

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A Golden Shovel Poem based on Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

October 28

Moths

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When the moths no longer welcome me home

I know that winter is soon on the way

It’s sad to slip past the porch light alone

No night flying lovelies amidst the glow

Acknowledging the end of the work day

Tawny and buff with stripes of color for show

They are as compelling as the night sky

Hiding among ridges of bark by day

Emerging at night to dance as they fly

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(A Nocturna Poem)