Cruel silver moon
The night is quiet, tomb like
Wrapped in an indigo shroud
The cold still seeps in
Penetrates bone deep, like grief
Dew drenched trees overwhelm me
© Ann Bagnall

Cruel silver moon
The night is quiet, tomb like
Wrapped in an indigo shroud
The cold still seeps in
Penetrates bone deep, like grief
Dew drenched trees overwhelm me
© Ann Bagnall