Autumn Glow

Nature.

The silver shavings of the moon

Rest softly, silently,

Atop the backlit treeline.

The lingering ash of sunset

Has left the horizon a gentle purple,

A deep blue.

As the light fades,

The trees slowly conflate

With the darkness--

There is nothing left

But the glow of the

Crescent moon

And the nocturnal

Emptiness.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

A nice write about nature, i well enjoyed this, short and yet capturing.

[Lily Mae]

Perfection..x

[Jeremy Baker]

Short but with amazing and unexpected depth. Your exploration of colur and hues is wonderful, creating and mixing modds in harmony with each other. Excellent writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the description. Your words took me to a good place. I like the ending.
"There is nothing left
But the glow of the
Crescent moon
And the nocturnal
Emptiness."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[FJ Davis]

Exceptional! Strong imagery and lovely, impressive lyrics.
Your fine craftsmanship truly elicits awe, here, Ben.