Moon Glow in December
#1 of Poetry
A bit of poetry I finished recently. I took a long break from writing poetry after a loss of inspiration, but I've decided to pick it back up again.
There floats the moon, caged
In pearly light, imprisoned
By modern glows, alone
Without the stars.
A cold wind sighs sadly
For a sea of drowned fires
And feels even colder for it.
An owl's call is an elegy.
A distant car horn is a mockery.
The moon floats alone in Pyrrhic victory.