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A Windy Moonlit Night in December

Sunday sonnet

William J Spirdione
The Daily Cuppa
Dec 15, 2024

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The moonlight shines through moving branches at night
Photo by William J Spirdione

The wind whips moonlit branches to and fro.
A dark form shudders just above my head.
That branch could be a beast for all I know.
Most creatures, sleeping soundly, went to bed.

The garden’s mostly resting. Hear that shake?
A chattering of leaves dried on a branch.
This wind gust shakes me all the way awake.
Cold puts to rest the need for sleep. Dreams stanch

a garden's draining color. Moonlight blows
a little softer than a pressing thought.
I thought a little more, but then, who knows?
I know for sure this moonlight can’t be bought.

These moonbeams shine their light for all to see.
Dramatic light, please send good dreams to me.

The moon shines through the woods, below rustling dry maple leaves
Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.

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William J Spirdione
William J Spirdione

Written by William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.

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