A wild edge to the wind
A joy for the rooks,
up from the rattling woods
To fly free in the blue
And the green
A smiling moon
Sings silver to the meadow.
High clouds, like mountains
Glowing bronze and copper
In the owl-light to the north
I turn to face the sun
As she climbs across
the cloud horizon
Turning my whole world
To gold
With her beautiful hello.
#CoSopoetry