Copper and Diamond

by beeseeker

On the railway-edge of

The borders of town,

January’s watchman lowers

Industrial warehouse evening shutters

On a wet gone-along day.

The dandelion string of streetlights

Splutters weakly at the darkness.

Beyond the last houses

A cold-feathered owl

Moths through the cold

And the steady, wide

Slow-motion lightning beams

That roll out from the full moon

Spread over calm, quiet

New-ploughed fields like the

Copper and diamond dreams

Of rare-frost spiders.

3 Comments to “Copper and Diamond”

  1. I can see things through your eyes, feel things through your words, taste what you taste, in this abstract expression of respectful grace . . . Thanks for the gift!

  2. Incredible imagery. The owl really carried the scene for me. well done!

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