Standing
Still amongst the onrushingCold winds blowing around me
The mist of my breath is taken
Lost in the night time
As my eyes are drawn upward
To the light of the full moon rising
Finding a calm moment
With a clear mind
I hear fallen leaves crisp
Wafting in evening autumn air
Chilled, howling and brisk
© A. Bougie (12/2/2017)
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