April
Evening
I
am afraid to sleep.
The
bright disc
of
the spring moon
attached
its reflection
to
the thawed pond
outside
my window.
Now
water striders
walk
on the moon,
bound
to this world
as
delicately
as
the moon on water.
Greg
Gregory is retired, but worked in educational media for over 30 years.
His first love has always been language and the printed word. He has been
published in the US, Canada, and England in publications including California
Quarterly, Windsor Review, Poetry Nottingham, and The
Aurorean.
Greg,
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Welcome to Whispers!
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David Fox
Greg,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. So artistic.
Hi Greg, great piece, I really enjoyed it a lot!
ReplyDeleteDear Greg,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see you already have three wonderful comments on you creative and well-written poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Beautiful imagery. Are water striders an aquatic spider or type of insect.?
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