Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

With a sky so grey,
clouds arrive to break
up its monotony,
with a wind so cold
to an unseen
stretch of limbs, howling
with a lake so hungry
stealing shadows
of wild geese, passing

days are shorter now,
pallid with an early decay,

there is a distance
I travel to the midnight moon, lamenting
with the streetlights, a loneliness.

But you are here, my darling,
sleeping. I pluck
another feather
from your dreams,
growing daylight.


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but your poem is sensational, feather plucking to eavesdrop on dreams

A poem of depth and beauty.

Thank you.

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Like the imagery of this poem.

Magnificent closing stanza to this poem.

A memorable morning love poem. You write with metaphorical lyricism abounding. I love how your words make me feel.

John