green is the color of silence

[Mwaba don]

the landscape
drew cumulus green;
the full moon shattered,
falling in the dark night,
its pale glow
fringed the head of trees,
fireflies
in the muted sky. (Nice line rhyming sounds)
my backyard was outlined
by the frayed edges
of the moon, its ghostlike images.
I swept the rooms;
in the woods nearby
moss steadily crept
and consumed my backyard.

Your poem is good to read, i enjoyed. Your created some good sounds with the M and S words and
Had a flow through out the poem.
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