Night Sky

Hans Braxmeier at Pixabay

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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