Moving Day Poem by Brooklyn Joy

Moving Day

Rating: 5.0


Morning star rests lazily low in the hazy dawn.

The sky of dawn; salmon and violet fade to azure as the sun reaches its height at noon.

The noon into the afternoon, which darkens into the evening.

The evening brings with it the velvet onyx spotted with stars of the night.

The night hushes all voices at the moon's mass at midnight.

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