She can see the stars
Twinkling between the branches,
The leaves are falling.
—-
Crisp moonlight dapples
The old windowpane, as she
Slowly falls asleep.
—-
Morning will shine soon
enough, as the sycamore
dreams of renewal.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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