A pale moon
shrouded in mist
the shadows
endlessly fluttering
plundering her silken light
smooth searching winds
roam the aching darkness
in this fleeting moment
under this ephemeral
celestial canopy
the chimes mark the hours
and the hands of time
slowly circle
the ever-ticking clock
© Ann Bagnall

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