The First Cold Night

October moon eclipsed
By slender tri-part trunk of elm
All other stars burned out
By its relentless beams
The planet just below
The only light in view
Now crisp and cleanly framed
Black-shadowed wood on night

A single yellow leaf released

It falls

Like fire from the sky

~Elena Nola

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Blue Moon

The moon rose yellow against a Confederate sky
Like some wasted sun, its core collapsed,
Anemic light a harbinger of change. 
But dying sun is brilliant moon;
It shone brighter than reflection,
A ring of white around its edge entire,
Almost a corona.
Almost like it burned.
~Elena Nola

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