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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