Stare into the shadow’s moon eyes
a crown of rain filled morning sky
lighting shock
flooded lock
the trail winds through prehensile limbs
horned owl knows where the tadpoles swim
ghostly grove
bejeweled trove
bright colors paint the hills and hollows
misted memory the golden light swallows
leaves aground
awen found.











hello dearest poet this is some gorgeous poem ❤️
Thank you, Crimsin.
Beautifully penned, Clay. Another excellent write with stellar imagery my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.