Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.
-Remote Friends, Jim Harrison
Darkness before dawn-
Jackson stirs from his raven dreams
His shake tells me it’s time to go
I obey for even in the suburbs of the desert,
small creatures get eaten by coyotes
I take no chances with my four legged soulmate.
Wrapping my tattered blue sweater around me
I step out into the spectral backyard.
Our neighbor’s tree is bare of leaves
Crisp cold air slaps me, awakens my senses
At times frost forms on the fountain
and the green grass sparkles like crystal.
Looking up into the black sky I see
the glowing sliver of a waning wolf moon
surrounded by a halo of clouds
I want to howl at my insignificance
but instead I listen to cooing doves
praying for the brilliant sunrise to come.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Songs of Unreason
Author’s Note: I’m hosting at dVerse today where we are writing poems inspired by lines I have chosen from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison. If you want to join us, the pub opens at 3PM EST!
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page