I gaze at the moon washed trees
Shadows move
My thoughts are drifting
A starry sky is spilled
mirror still
Wherever I look
fragments
of light
In the dark of night
all I see
orchids
reaching purple faces
through the drifts of snow
© Ann Bagnall

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