Connecticut River Valley

Oh Moon, you rose up in the East,
Just slightly seen,
Where gentle hills and sky must meet.

Opposing you Sun barely hung,
Its reddish rays
Turned greening trees to burnt autumn.

For a moment the glowing discs
Watched each other
Across the river, as one slips

Below the edge, leaving the night
For pale full Moon
To shine on me with Sun’s starlight.

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