Too much

Painting by Lionel Walden

Too much

Too much moonlight
to see the depth of the starry sky;
soft silver sifts down
through the empty miles,
filling our eyes with secrecy.

Poplars rustle like rain,
falling from the cloudless night,
and the dead brown leaves
sigh in the south wind,
ebb tide in a lonely cove,
footsteps departing.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

35 thoughts on “Too much”

  1. I agree about filling our eyes with secrecy. Beautiful in a wistful way–just like this time of year.

    I’m waiting till we can see the moon–and sun. I think we’re supposed to get sunshine today.

      1. I think it’s a sign that we’re in for another shift. Yesterday it was hot, and in the evening after it had started to get cool, suddenly the wind from the south blew up and it was strangely warm again.

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