Autumn

It began in autumn.

The sunset glow of the midnight city

Swallowed any passing grain of starlight,

Which stuck like pinholes in the black sky

And dared to reach too close.

A pearl moon hung low and wide

Over the dark silhouettes of gnarled oak trees

Close enough to feel every crevasse

Yet far enough to see perfection

The moon watched as we walked home.

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