September Poem by Craig Steiger

September



Last week of summer
The nights still balmy
So I crossed the highway
To climb the grassy hill
And sit under Casseiopia-
Cloud-fragments drifting across a full moon-
Not much happened in that hour
Except the drone of a distant plane
And the romance of two owls
In the dark pines behind me

Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tanya Stanford 17 September 2008

Beautfil imagery you portrayed here. Enjoyed the read.

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