Cold summer night,
quarter of the moon gone,
still shines bright, down
on this peaceful
Adirondack night.
Thinking of things I left,
and those I haven't found.
What could be hidden through
the mist across the lake?
Perhaps a vision of my
next mistake.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
Cold summer night,
quarter of the moon gone,
still shines bright, down
on this peaceful
Adirondack night.
Thinking of things I left,
and those I haven't found.
What could be hidden through
the mist across the lake?
Perhaps a vision of my
next mistake.