Poem -
Sometimes A Blue Moon Turns Into Gold
Light so bright
piercing through the leaves
on the rows of peacefully sleeping olive tree’s
I couldn't help but tilt my head upwards
towards the starry sky
and there she was…
tonight
she seemed to have an enormous smile
I imagined for a moment
her giant eyelashes winking at me
alas, just her smile
and that for me, was as good as gold.
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Comments
I really like peacefully sleeping olive trees. And piercing is a great verb. Underused in my opinion.
Brilliant imagination regarding the eyelashes winking but why alas? A smile on its own is so rewarding.
Besutiful imagery as ever my dear Shirley. 🌹
Alas, just the smile no wink, good morning my dearest Bernie, always humbled to know you enjoy my scribbles, living amongst the groves of olives, if I didn't write about them sometimes I wouldn't be doing my gracious life justice. Thank you dear friend, in August and maybe even other times I get to see shooting stars which I never ever saw until I came to Tuscany. Thank you once again dear Bernie. 🌹 And the moon? Well she is stunning on this side of the planet.
Again, wonderful imagery. I imagine the scenery to be absolutely stunning where you live but more than that...the atmosphere, that's what you have captured here...not easy to do but you have done it. I am the lighter for reading...hugs x
Wow, so lovely to hear dear Marion, and yes it's a sight for sore eyes in Tuscany dusk to dawn and the snow. Thank you so much. 🌹