Tuesday, 8 October 2013

the smile

it is autumn
a woman steps through soft bars of moonlight
on the edge of a tall forest
a white owl hoots from the tree tops,
leaves drift down all around her
in the dark wind
like huge flakes of golden snow;
as she comes nearer
she can hear the rustle and sigh of the ocean
see the distant gleam of the surf on the beach,
she smiles
as though she has found a way
to climb through the air to the stars.....

1 comment:

  1. A very special lady (Isabel) and is missed dearly. love your poems xx

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