Contemplation

I am standing at my kitchen window, unaware of the time passing.

Catching the night moon glimpsed on a ravens wing that was ever so fleeting I’m not entirely sure the celestial orb is still suspended above.

My heart can feel the thundering rumble somewhere in the distance and I know the rain is coming, but it has yet to provide even a fanciful drizzle for my eyes to rest upon.

Stifling an unattractive yawn, I flex my toes that have begun to strain from my stance, and noticing the night get a bit softer at the edges, I open the small window.

Leaning forward,  I strain to hear the wind in the attic of the forrest at the pending coronation of a new day.  The slight breeze catches up to me and rustles the curls of my unruly hair.

Inhaling the fresh, dewy scent of the morning, I close the window and retreat to my bedroom, awaiting the night once again.

 

 


#6 writing prompt from 30 Day Writing Challenge combined with a Daily Post prompt

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La Lune

Oh how that mysterious moon

rises so soon

filling the night

with peaceful light

 

Her crescent is extremely sharp

like strings on harps

brings you to tears

erasing fears

 

Always she waxes and she wanes

across the plains

amongst the stars

but never far

 

 


New format for me; a minute poem… thought I’d give it a try 😉