Another poem from my 6th. anthology

Nocturnal Reflections

I watched the sun go down

And listened to the hush

as the night settles over the town

a cicada is loud in the silence

and frogs soon echo their song

the moon glitters through the trees

as branches weave in the breeze

I draw drapes to shut out the sight

Too soon to retire I sit down to write

and now as the anniversary looms

perhaps a memoir and a poem

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