Jan Bloomstein


November Moon - Poem by Jan Bloomstein

A white moon, halved,
Touches frozen fields with
Pale hands
Ghost fingers curl around
Felled stocks
To raise them up again
Wick and green
Once
But now stale and rough
Rustling with wind
And voles
Running,
Running for cover
From the pale moon's
Half light.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


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  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (6/22/2017 1:19:00 PM)

    Write comment. Nature's power is self-evident. Thanks (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 22, 2017



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