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Jan 2013
In this starlit night
Awash in the moons lonely light
A nightjar ***** its wings
And calls out loud.
The vibration sings on waves of sound
Then splashes into the silent ground.
And deep within that song I found
The essences of life unbound.
In this newborn humility
I see,
The changing of the days
And in a hundred wondrous ways
I watch the leaves turn green then brown
As trees grow inward and settle down.
For the Winter sleep.
I weep
And long for longer days
Where evening stays just out of reach.
I wish that nature would stop and teach
Me more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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