23rd July
A misty owl
Flowing through the wood
Moving at the speed of love
Gently questioning the morning
And met with love.
In hushed tones,
We spoke about her spirit
With wonder in our hearts
And hope.
She chose to be here
And in her choosing
She blessed this place
with beauty
and presence
As each day passes
I wonder will it be the last
And yet she stays
And her presence
Fills the morning
With the answer
To her own, quiet question.
#poetry