The Night Is Clear

Fri, 06/13/2014 - 15:41 -- ryannk

Walking home from my grandparents' house

Skin soaking up the moonlight

I pass the pond

Stars, pinpoints, reflect on the glassy surface

The frogs along the edges engaged

In a symphony of sound

Ringing in my ears

As the cold air touches my cheek

And caresses my neck

I breathe a sigh

The night is clear.


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