Friday, August 8, 2014

Full Moon

I grow old;  I decline, I wane;
the seer, the yellow --
the amber,  --the russet,   -- the burnt-umber leaf.

Yet today -- Vim-filled and vital, and full of sap!
And not needing a nap!!

And this evening,
taking out the recyclables -- lo !
A full moon!

No wonder.

Yet one more unicorn
might I corral,
or ere  I yield  my shield…

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