Nighttime Glances

As I was up at 3AM one chilly fall morning, I glanced out at the full moon shining on my bard outside my bedroom window.

Moon light streams

like silver fingers

touching gently 

all it sees.

Cool, crisp breeze

like frosty breath

leaves it trace

on grass and leaves.

Fall sings softly

her song of ages,

shorter days and

longer nights

And its story is

told in pages

of colored leaves

and pure delights.

Reviews

[Melinda McQueen]

What a beautiful picture you have painted with your words. It left me feeling tranquil.
a lovely piece.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Beautiful painted imagery that defines my favorite time of year perfectly. You capture Fall with the words of this poem in her glorious nature. Thank you Diane for sharing your art with us.

[Diane Gaffney]

Fall is one of my favorite seasons. And, I enjoy getting up early in the morning so I don't miss anything of the day. This one particular morning I was just blown away by the brightness of the early morning full moon and the way it touched all in its path and reached out through my bedroom window. God's gift to me on that morning.