Bright moonlight shines
Tumbling over sleepy homes
In shining silver mist.
Moonlight sings in tuning fork tines
As sleeping houses seek dreams to roam
And tumble deep into the dark
Of misted thoughts I cannot list -
Moonlit sleep in thoughts tumbling to meet the lark
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- E H Timms
- E H Timms won the BBC Wildlife Young Poet of the Year award in 1992 and hasn't managed to stop writing since. She now lives in Wiltshire with a computer tethered to one elbow.
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