In The Moonlight Poem by DM W

In the moonlight, the autumn leaves
Fall into the river and each
One is tinged with silver. Beauty
Of this persuasion is rare these
Days. Sad are the songs of a world
That is torn between light and dark,
At every moment it seems. The words
Are flowing well tonight. The sparks
Have transformed into golden flames.
I pick fragments of the absurd
And provide them with novel names:
Like 'wounded trees' and 'flower birds'.
Poetry can often distil
Nature's essence; when all is still.