Evening Before A Snowstorm

The sky's a clear light blue, but losing color. Trees, rocks, roofs, walls, obstinately brown and gray, all wait.

A roundish pale late autumn moon,

two nights from full, pulls itself up, over one tip of a fringe of pines, and all wait.

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