The Night Surrenders


The Night Surrenders

A pale

Shimmering moon

Drifts

Behind the mist

Smooth

Searching winds

Set the shadows

To trembling

Birds cry

Into the darkness

And the night

Deep and rolling

Surrenders

With quiet whispers

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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