Day 1. Moonlight Revery

Moonlight slicks the walls and silvers the window glass Shadowy trees rise tall to wakened sky, their pearly branches cathedral high.

I sit and sip at window’s edge, steam, coffee-graced, swirls and curls to sweeten ethereal light where shadows bloom in sacred space. Birds, flighty little feathered things, Flit and flutter and dapple the dark With warbles and whimsy and jewelry wings And morning lilt and midnight spark. And I, bedewed beneath such simple grace, yearn forever toward it’s fleeting rough embrace

and silvers the window glass

Shadowy trees rise tall to wakened sky,

their pearly branches

cathedral high.

I sit and sip at window’s edge,

steam, coffee-graced,  

swirls and curls

to sweeten ethereal light

where shadows bloom in sacred space.

Birds, flighty little feathered things,

Flit and flutter 

and dapple the dark

With warbles and whimsy and jewelry wings

And morning lilt and midnight spark.

And I, bedewed beneath such simple grace,

yearn forever toward it’s fleeting 

rough embrace

(I went off the prompt)