In the dimlit stableyard, wind shattered the column of water trying to flow from the tap. Moon caught the broken column and its scattered droplets in a dazzling display. Wind and moon and water danced for me and a stablecat one moment on a blustery winter night.
Thank you very much for the welcome, for the comments and for reading my poem, Greeneyes, Susan Caldwall, Bernie, Earth Angel, Kaoru (love your name! It’s so musical), Dark Stranger, Courage2Survive and Marge Tindal. I feel very welcome already! Thanks, Greeneyes, I did get the card, as you will know by now as I replied to your email.
South Carolina, USA
Owl, a most intriguing piece...so vivid in my minds eye, well done and welcome to Passions. And thank you very much for your gracious thoughts of my own words...Good to have your insight here among us.
Thanks Magnus and Martie for your enjoyment and appreciation of my poem. I love your smilie, planting flowers, Martie (perhaps I have mis-interpreted it - we always see what we want to and are most interested in and I love gardens and gardening). Magnus, sorry about the duplication of my reply to your When the Owl Flies. I have asked Greeneyes to remove one of them.
Member Rara Avis
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