For one
The night
Cutting a great
Swath with
six slick sheathes
of scarlet
Painting over
The moon's amber hue
To bid good day
To waking moments
And sleeping dreams
In favour of greeting
A sleep that is
Dreamless.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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