Well, it seems I’ve been inspired by one of my favorite poets, Robert Okaji.
(after Wang Wei via Robert Okaji)
Dogwood petals sigh in spirals, blessing my recline.
Spring darkness rests on hollow muted hills
while moonlight strikes the owls awake,
their hoots slipstreaming through ravines.
Unlike Robert, I named the birds and took liberties with the tree petals. I’m writing a new rhyming picture book right now, so this detour was a welcome respite. Feeling a little spring-feverish. Ahhh—ahhh—Cheers!