Donna
Autorin
Cold wind swipes the night.
Swishes, shakes tree tops.
Stars glitter bright.
Moonlight dances in dewdrops.
Mid May back tracks,
Winter stealthily hacks.
Time marches relentlessly on.
My thoughts wander to all who are gone.
Is their star blinking?
Even winking?
Wind picks up speed.
Rustles and rearranges as if something is to be freed.
Enormous wind energy.
Capturing the ghost of memory.
©Donna H.
May 10, 2022
Swishes, shakes tree tops.
Stars glitter bright.
Moonlight dances in dewdrops.
Mid May back tracks,
Winter stealthily hacks.
Time marches relentlessly on.
My thoughts wander to all who are gone.
Is their star blinking?
Even winking?
Wind picks up speed.
Rustles and rearranges as if something is to be freed.
Enormous wind energy.
Capturing the ghost of memory.
©Donna H.
May 10, 2022