Thursday, August 15, 2019

poem...not a haiku

Corn Moon
Cherries Turn Black Moon
Full Moon light/casting
hollyhock shadows
as
three Owls call
across the mountain

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I miss owl calls. I never hear them in Bristol.

sandi said...

ah, sad to hear this. just last night there was another chorus of owls calling back and forth, each voice a different timbre. it was lovely. here, i miss the call of the whipporwill. they used to sing late at night all the time, but not anymore.