Harvest Moon in Boston January 31, 2008
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the sky is a deep cobalt blue
lunar light illuminates the scattered clouds
geese honk, flying in formation
leaves crackle, dry skins breaking under my feet
air nips my ears, frost is due
no pumpkin pie or scarecrow
Can ever summon the ghosts of Autumns past
like the sounds and sights of a
clear
cold
night
