amazement, just so, light, love, magic, night, skies, southern, stars, summer, time, truth, wonder
by the creek
beyond the fence
the feel of falling –
the crush of stars
against my skin
the eastern sky
comes aflame with strange
yet so clear
as though a river
took to flying
. . .
Children have wings, most do not remember, I’m pleased you have not lost yours, poet.
I heard John Denver’s line “I’ve seen it racing fire in the sky” came from the nights they would sleep under the stars and watch meteorites flash across the sky ! I love your imagery in this poem.
Thank you, Peter. I wonder sometimes at those falling….whose wish is coming true? Perhaps one wished by my great great grandfather…or another me. ❤
Wishes as vast as drops in the ocean …
So well written !!!!!!!!!!
I have also written something about my first crush.
And read my other blogs too. Will be happy to connect
Thank you ❤