The End of a Ceasefire written by: David J. Roussel @hokusgrey   Late season morning fog hangs low, a veil upon the ground, concealing the fate and passage of the night. A breeze stirs in the orphan leaves of November and the Earth, she parts her veil and lets the long gone starlight bless her cheeks. A gibbous moon, forsaken in the sky, fades, where it once shone in honorary, lending waning light to kiss the face of the morning after … Continue reading The End of A Ceasefire