In a dim light…

Two nights ago,
There was a patch of sunshine
On the floor of the guest bathroom.
Softened and silvered after visiting the moon,
Trimmed to a square by the skylight,
Laced with the silhouettes of bare rain tree branches.

This time of year finds the full moon nearly straight overhead.
At bedtime a stark beauty on a clear cold night.

© 2023 Thomas W. Cummins

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