19 january
in the oaken wood
owl nest sits in an old yellow pine
where the trunk bends entwined with moonseed vines
chilling squalls sigh through tree tops
conjuring neglected spirits
pulling my cap down over my curls
i put my back to the wind
and carry my trinkets home-
This paints a pretty mental image.
ReplyDeleteOwls have always been considered wise and I hope it guides the neglect spirits.
ReplyDeletethe sunday whirl sounds like fun and I like what you did with your words this week~!
ReplyDeletethat last line made me smile.
:-)
libbyQ
This really sings to me thank you for sharing....
ReplyDeleteReally lovely piece!
ReplyDeleteThat owl will remember you taking those trinkets! The images you created in your piece were beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I like the words and images they make. I want to see an owls nest and a moonseed vine. Love you poem,
ReplyDeleteLovely. Tightly done.
ReplyDeletegood read; have a nice day
ReplyDeletemuch love...