In the Willows
Form: Nocturne
From the shadows of the living room
the clock strikes the midnight hour
marking the end of summer
to welcome the coming autumnal days
Down in the willows
the trees reveal their true beauty
in vibrant shades oh harvest moon
before my path is lined with gold
Beneath the willows
as their leaves dance on the wind
the silence echoes
my feelings of seeing the divine
©JGFarmer2021
A Garret Poet 
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