Quartet Poem by Tom Billsborough

Quartet

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Song and moonlight, both of silver,
Echo as the sunset quits
This avenue of aspen trees,
Which gently shake their tremulous leaves,
And a nightingale begins to call
And the shy moon, emerging from the clouds,
Sends a cool rejoinder.
It is a courtship to remember
As we link hands and link the music
To the mirroring colour.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 12 November 2016

wow.....excellent...loving these writes Tom...the visuals are simply amazing as I read along...thank you... Annette

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Tom Billsborough 12 November 2016

Thanks, Annette. Hope to catch up on your poems soon

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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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