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Thu, 24.09.2009

THE LAST QUARTER MOON OF THE DYING YEAR by Jonathan Henderson Brooks.

The last quarter moon of the dying year,
Pendant behind a naked cottonwood tree
On a frosty, dawning morning
With the back of her silver head
Turned to the waking sun.
Quiet like the waters
Of Galilee
After the Lord had bid them
“Peace be still.”
O silent beauty, indestructible!

Dead do they say?
Would god that shall seem
So beautiful in death……..

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