Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Night Paint

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Four windows float the bed,
light outside and some in.

Ground opals bounced off snow,
that four month guest.

The moon is almost full,
curtained behind snow-melt fog.

Later, when the woods are green
there will be fireflies.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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