Winterscore ©
Monday, October 3, 2011
So here I am pointing
So here I am pointing
At a transparent moon
The hostas are finished
The asters in full bloom
The trees in painted light
Cast shadows on the land
And up the rising hill
Is where I'll climb to stand
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