Monday, June 27, 2016

Spinner




He looked up
at the moon,
golden threads
spilling through
black branches
of a tree.

Only he
had this view,
this beauty
spun in his soul
disclaimer
of his
irrelevance.

Bridget Harwell

2 comments:

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I think we all have these wonderful moments when for a while we understand our world.
Anna :o]

Bridget said...

Yes, and they give us hope.