Milda Morse


Allusions - Poem by Milda Morse

Twilight has past,
the horizon is black,
Lonely oak tree
A huge lacy mass.
Watches the moon rise
It nestles in its branches,
Held fast in its empty breast,
Held gently in a sweet caress.
Picturesque and calm,
No birds or clouds found,
The breeze whispers your name,
I know I am loved.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010


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