Poem #13



Well-met by moonlight

An owl screamed 

as we walked clamshell paths

glowing before us

The stir and rustle 

of birds in darkness —

side by side

we learned each other

and dreamed the days to come.


A golden moon tonight

floods the fields where we walk

side by side

knowing each other

reliving the years behind us.


Categories: postcard poems, scenery | Tags: , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Poem #13

  1. Betty frezon

    Enjoyed the poem. Gorgeous photo.

  2. Betty frezon

    Photo and poem. Beautiful.

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