Ghost-white face, hovering
In pitch black darkness
Near perfect circle of light
Slowly climbs Heaven’s dark staircase
All alone, save one distant lonely star
Who watches on
Praying for a mere cricket’s song
Awaiting first signs of daybreak
Through the October trees
She beams yellow-white
A small elbowed branch twitches
Nervous reflection, perhaps the wind
In the distance, the haunting cry of a screech owl
Agitated by the waxing gibbous moon
The fatal bellman rings his bell
Another soul fast a memory
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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6 thoughts on “The Owl Cries at the Waxing Gibbous Moon”
Thanks George at BFD. Hope you are well.
Thanks Kai. I’m doing OK. My Dad died on Friday. It’s for the best since he suffered with cancer.
this is beautiful! how have you been?
Thanks Dan and K. Indeed, MacBeth’s fatal bellman no less.
Yeah. The fatal bellman.