Moon Shadows

Midnight blooms –
the blue-green branches preen their blossoming,
mist cloaked meadows sleep beneath a quiet sky –
We’ve seen it all before and yet it’s new.

We’ve heard the bullfrog’s baritone,
the cricket violins
echo in unison,
resonant replies
drift through the window,

linger on the wall where moon shadows
mingle, making music.

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