Light on the Darkest Nights

Moonlight fallsfrom high in the sky,silveringthe latticed pine branches,softly shiningon every trembling needlelike summer’s morning dew. Traffic soundsrecede to a droning humin the cold December air. The world is wrapped like a present, waiting to be opened. Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham Notes: This poem was inspired by my very amateurish photo of the moon, […]

Light on the Darkest Nights

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