The Owl Cries at the Waxing Gibbous Moon

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

6 thoughts on “The Owl Cries at the Waxing Gibbous Moon”

diannone

October 13, 2008 at 3:27 pm Author

Thanks George at BFD. Hope you are well.
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diannone

October 13, 2008 at 8:57 am Author

Thanks Kai. I’m doing OK. My Dad died on Friday. It’s for the best since he suffered with cancer.
kai

October 12, 2008 at 9:06 pm

this is beautiful! how have you been?
diannone

October 12, 2008 at 11:06 am Author

Thanks Dan and K. Indeed, MacBeth’s fatal bellman no less.
Kathleen

October 12, 2008 at 10:53 am

Yeah. The fatal bellman.
Signed Dan