Legato rays of moonlight strike a cord
in melodies of iridescent sheen.
October's rustic nights kindle serene
in vibrant boughs of forest unexplored.
And deeper in, primeval beauty stored
here glistens with a tempo heard and seen-
a forte felt of each shimmered ravine.
There's syncopated hooting in accord-
an owl secreted in winded mist.
Leaves brightly rustle, such fortissimo
as in the lambent woodland, peace is key.
A trail calls out that I cannot resist
where Autumn leaves in moonbeams flicker so.
It's musical this eve...I hear and see...
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