rebmasters

Owl

The sky pale pink,
the traffic lights
looked like
they were burning.
Somewhere in the distance
was your old house;
a light in the window.
The scent of pine,
lavender clouds 
descending to a frosted ground.
Tomorrow, there will be a chill mist
covering the spiked grass,
but tonight the stars are coming out like
buttons
fastened one at a time
on a navy blue coat.
Can you see the same scene
from your skylight,
like a postcard
frozen in time?
The frost comes on
but you are warm
in your owl’s nest
high above the city.
I will wait for you to come out

Comments2

  • yellowrose

    Again , another truly lovely poem 🙂

  • L. B. Mek

    'but tonight, the stars
    are coming out like buttons
    fastened, one at a time
    on a navy blue coat.
    Can you, see the same scene
    from your skylight, like a postcard
    frozen in time?'



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