I stand on winter’s crippling strand

An Owl on the Moon - July

Pale and clouded, lying motionless;

winter’s fury, summer’s flame.

Faded faces, speaking shrilly,

wrestling, stalking in my mind.

Rising, weeping in a corner;

laughing, racing in a field.

Still and stable, screeching silence;

crawling age and creeping years.

I stand on winter’s crippling strand,

staring and shaking by the sight

of embering photos in a drawer,

bathed in memory’s dying dust.

And yet this moment I have peace,

for hope is seared inside my soul.

 

Author's Note

An Owl on the Moon - July

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I feel I must bow in your presence. You ignite the senses, Craig...over and over again!

[An owl on the moon]

While you're down there, I'll go get a bottle of wine to celebrate your dear presence here again, dear Kelly! :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, deal! ; )

[An owl on the moon]

Most excellent! :)

[Final-Karma]

Such great wording and use of imagery! Well done.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your encouragement, dear poet. :)