To catch a Poem

 For the past two months I've been hugging my injuries, much to the detriment of my brain and spirit. So finally splint and orthopedic boot free I'm tramping through woods and fields in search of a poem, any poem...even a wee short poem....it's an idea to have pen and paper at hand...

A poem on a wing

 

It’s like catching a falling star

or beam of moonlight

a butterfly in the hand

or sunshine on your palm

It’s like  thunder rumbling

or lightning bolting

bird tail flashing

or rainbow arching.

If you don’t catch it

you might miss it

and it may not come again

Copyright Cathy Leonard 2023