EBBING SILENCE

A cry‭S‬talline wave wander’s around


As the moon soars h‭I‬gh up the ground


And the timbers a‭L‬ong the creek howler in a 
new tongue


Swooping h‭E‬avy on whites, a drowsy billow, 
settles down


This hour in slumber marches o'er the 
midnight ru‭N‬


While the ‭C‬reepy cold venerates to launch a 
haunt ....


O! Look! Slow in motion, the m‭E‬adows, adjunct 
to unknowns

🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti August 25th, 2024