Sycamore Moon
- Will Staton
- Jul 13, 2017
- 1 min read
It stood there
Smiling softly
‘neath the glow
From above
Its movements
Sweet and gentle
As the wind
Through its boughs
An autumn night
And quiet life
Astir among
Light shadows
Nights like these
Remind us
Of who we’ll never be
But the sycamore moon
Will always shine
With possibility
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