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NovPoWriMo 7

Less leaves on the trees 
lets the light in more

no one knows what time
shadows arrive by now

sliver of pumpkin moon
below the horizon line

makes darkness welcome
nothing to shine on

things are reflections
of what they used to be

illusions in gray matter
waiting for sleep to end

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher