At that magical time
When the yellow moon
Sets,
And the pink mist
Of dawn,
Dances on the horizon,
I heard the slow hoot of
An owl,
Such a soothing sound.
I wondered if he had lost his mate,
For there was no answer.
Before the light of dawn,
I heard my heart beat,
Such a steady sound.
And when the sun came
Up,
The owl flew away,
Leaving me to
Embrace,
A new day.
Charlotte B. Williams
1aLove it, as I do all your poetry. Happy Holidays Barb. 😊
Barb Clarke
1aThank you Ms Charlotte, always good to hear from you. Hope your holidays are happy as well!
Mark Sallee
7meowls are so beautiful and wise it seems. love it Barb!
Barb Clarke
7me@Mark Sallee: Indeed! Thanks Mark.