Mar 10/98 N. Aucoin

Moonlight
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The moon floats high,
the stalks rustle dryly,
a silver blue path
is laid out before me.
I lean against the wooden fence,
my heart beating strongly, 
as I gaze at the moonlit waters
and drink the beauty around me.
Spring is approaching,
but far too slowly.
The wind whistles by,
I pull my coat around me.
A last longing look
at a lake shining brightly,
I turn and walk on,
the pavement underneath me.