MOONLIGHT, SHADOWS AND SNOW
An old barn holds
onto its dream.
The day would bend
around with slices
of sunlight.
I can see
that shadow,
when night slides
between loft
and door
and moonlight pours
into a tatty
darkness
weighs its bleakness.
And chance
has become
unintended,
waiting for a sign,
and snow postures
for a place to lie
its head.
MOONLIGHT, SHADOWS AND SNOWAn old barn holdsonto its dream.The day would bend around with slices of sunlight.I can seethat shadow,when night slidesbetween loftand doorand moonlight poursinto a tattydarknessweighs its bleakness.And chance has become unintended,waiting for a sign,and snow posturesfor a place to lieits head.
By
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Outside My Window 
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