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A Moment

by Gloria Steiding

A gossamer mist like ghosts, moves across the still water
 
As the sun climbs to its perch
 
The mountains hold us close  
 
A monarch, with summer memories, drifts by
 
While Autumn begins its brilliant descent
 
Our colors fade
 
Your hand, a sea anchor pausing movement 
 
Facing us towards the storm’s oncoming waves. 

Published inPoems by Adults