We sit in such peaceful
companionship, silently
admiring the slipper moon,
the glow above the trees
like candlelight as we lift
our eyes to the lunar-hues.
Wide awake, too enthralled
to go inside, we linger
in an expectant wait
like children on the night
before Christmas so willing
to go without sleep.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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