At eventide as clouds pierce through the wind,
I breathe in view, one of strawberry moon-rise.
Its beauty unravels a strangely wounded heart,
as though remnants of glass upon marble floor.
I glance as pebbles skipped across placid pond,
hear cries of horned owl perched atop oak tree.
In the moment that passed there flashed a glow,
turned spirit as fine as smooth wedge of gold ―
Photo credits: Pixabay
Kerry invites us to write inspired by the poems of Charles Bukowski and Rumi.
Posted on Sunday Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United