Sunday, November 21, 2010

Haiku 27

A Blue Moon Ritual


Black starlings lift off
In a circular current
A spiral wind chime.


Orange, blue, pink shadows
Brow’s dark wedge over Sun’s Eye
An opalescence.


Autumn’s waning light
In Moon’s repeated refrain
She moves to Full Blue.

GL, 11/21/2010. Prevail.

1 comment:

  1. That pronoun in the last line enlarged the poem exponentially. Someone. Bold move.

    Miss you :)