I Remember

~ Candace

I Remember

 

I remember the hoot of an owl

coming from the ancient woods

on a clear winter night, the crackle

of dry leaves as some small creature sought

refuge, and the moon, shining like a spotlight,

on two lost souls who had found each other.

 

Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny 

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