Under watchful stars
the silvered snow
awaits the rising of the moon
a fleeting silence
lightning dances
through the trees
thunder rolls away
into never-ending night
the wind weeps and whispers
as the world rearranges itself
in and out of chaos
© Ann Bagnall

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