Wednesday’s A Moment…

A quick poem for your mid-week refreshment. Hope everyone can make time to get outside tonight and see the stars.

Bleary-eyed from lack of sleep
I stumbled through the door to find
The feathered stars creeping low
Across the furrowed brow of night.
Reflected in their furry light
A crescent carved upon the ground
Cloven hoof where dost thou lead
And what doth make that eerie sound?
Foot to foot and glissando to glide
I ride the carpet of cold moonlight
Toward the distant mountain side.
A rivulet of crying birds
Trickles along the sodden path,
Melancholy grips my heart
As I see what’s come to pass.

© Julie Reeser

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