For When

Egret, the Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield ©️Merril D. Smith, 2021

I don’t ask the moon for what she cannot give,
enough her silver gleam on fields and streams,
the night-shadowed things
that vanish in dawn’s rose-petal glow.
I know the universe’s music and light
go beyond the who and when,
circling through time’s beginning and its end–
but if I stop to sit–
even when the wind urges me to go—
I’ll watch the clouds
wing across the sky–
egret white and heron grey–
and here, I’ll dream of you.

My poetic collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.

29 thoughts on “For When

  1. Oh! This is lovely! The last four lines are like a ballad, so wistful.
    There are similar words in our poems and on the face of it they sound alike, but there’s a lot more peace in yours and longing rather than menace which is what I had at the end.

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