Night Across The Pond Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Night Across The Pond



Then crept night across the pond
Casting shadows on greying
Weatherboard; like sullen ghosts
Those leafless talons grasping
Stretching like dying fibrous fingers
Still the pond chilled and trapped
Caught those splinters of the moon
And thrust them like sparks
From a struggling ember
Until the warmth was smothered
And the shadows crept back
Toward the dawn.

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L MILTON HANKINS

L MILTON HANKINS

Hico Fayette Co West Virginia
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