One Only
Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,
Framing a moon serving her light,
For all to spectacle when outside,
But only one in the dead of night,
Wished to saunter there outdoors,
For this particular moonlit sight,
Maybe not yet the deep autumn,
This moon though shining bright
Has had various stories all to tell
Of one out there in the dead of night.
© gillena cox 2026
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Your first line hooked me Gillena "Skeletal trees in the dead of night."
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Very Nice! 🩵
Thank you for your appreciation, Cara
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I too love the skeletal trees, Gillena, and would love to hear the stories the moon has to tell. The repetition of ‘in the dead of night’ is very effective.
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You had me at the opening lines, Gillena. This poem is perfect for the season. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation, Sanaa
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Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
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Great opening Gillena, We already have an indication forthwith of the subdued feelings generally in the poem. A wonderful write-up!
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Thank you for your appreciation, Hank
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I could really feel those trees... love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation, Björn
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Your poem makes me think there is more to come as the moon tells its tales!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation, Dwight
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