Copyright 2014 by Bob Rogers

Red leaves

falling

in the silver moonlight.

I saw your face

in the moon.

Descending

from the limb

drifting

through black-stained clouds

flat

onto the damp brown earth.

Easter light

chasing the moon.

Still

I know your silver rays

will return another hour.

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