Light and Moon

Austin Heeney
Nov 4 · 1 min read

a bristle off the evergreens north

a calm wind, a desolate storm ahead

gray clouds low, brushing the seemingly

stars above, dropped high

the sky dropped, the moon disappeared

the wind picked up, scraping the trees

a faint, but distinct smell of firewood

in the distance, yet so strong the eyes

could taste it

a storm, full of fever and dispair crowded

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Austin Heeney

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writer at heart. most of my work is philosophical, abstract, and persuasive; others, love and romance. www.austinheeney.com

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