A Star Is Falling
By Linda A. Copp

The trees twist and tremble
And snow slips and sighs.
The wind's a whispering
Through woods wild and wise.

The moon's mild and mellow
Its lofty light low.
The stillness sites sorrow.
The streams seem to slow.

The mountains mold mirrors
Their rivers reflect.
The forest and fields feel
This night of neglect.

The stillness has hushed me
A star is calling.
Ney! Nature's now nodding.
A star is falling.

 By Linda A. Copp
 ©January 7, 1969