Late dawn,
burnished glow,
branches black
in a fire of gold;
moon hangs
luminous in
the blue West.
light splashes
trunks, leaves, fields,
catching puddles,
drips on gates.
I possess the image,
capture it, sparking joy,
thinking I can hold it forever;
a photo - the pale reflection
of the moment.
© Valerie Taylor
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