November song …

I lie awake;
white moonlight floods the night.
From the ash tree
a tawny owl calls repetitively.
His unmistakeable notes haunt the cold air.
I await an answering response;
her softer song,
call and reply –
that autumnal antiphon.

HAZY MOON

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Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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