Yellow Moon in Lavender Sky
Must I Fly?
An aging owl regards the yellow moon
in a lavender sky
Fog laden snow filled fields
Stars shining in the frozen slickness
Trees crying ice drops dripping
from evergreen needles
Clouds and luminous rays denying
the clarity of darkness
Flurrious winds push the old owl along
as she struggles to find a quiet patch
where, sinking her talons into frozen bark,
she can rest on a still limb.
Sighing, she raises her eyes to midnight and asks
“How much longer must I fly?”
And midnight answers
“Until you’re done.
Until you’re home.”
One thought on “Yellow Moon in Lavender Sky”
I LOVE “flurrious.” Which is what we got last night, in spite of the Ides of April date. And lavender sky–great photo.