Horizon lines: by Bonnie McClellan

the world is dark.
shutters open.
the sky’s glacial pool opens.
three morning stars laugh
over the horizon line.

* * *

this copse of time
this stand of hours
………..between nows
becomes a minute
………..thicket
bristling towards the moon.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

4 comments

  1. Love This poem! Edging between darkness and time, between Happy Morning stars and time. The mystery of the universe.

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