
Breeze
Gentle
Nothing much
Blowing eastwards
Driving before it
Dark clouds – impending rain.
Obscuring the bright, crisp stars;
The night sky is slowly transformed.
Gone now – the friendly face of the moon.
Thus blanketed the heavenly host wait.
Padre
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Theme: The Night Sky
Beautifully descriptive 💜
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Nice word choice in this Etheree, Padre. Leaves a bit of suspense, as well. Nice!
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This is awesome, really enjoyed. 🙂
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