Peeking through branches
now bare of leaves, sun and moon
conspire to fill
the emptiness, not with leaves,
buy with shinning, golden light
JDG.
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aholdingplace 
Love this poem, Joan. I have really enjoyed watching particularly the moon as she cycles through the bare branches. I live where we have many very tall trees so all summer I can only see the moon rising, not setting. I watched this month’s full moon set a few days ago. I had missed her. Your poem made me smile at the memory.
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Lovely!
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Beautiful.
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