Author Medora C. Addison A sickle moon hung in a blue-green sky, A twisted tree etching the sunset's gold, A twilight wind rustling the dead leaves by, And sudden night, star-decked and purple-stoled. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments