Path of Moonlight

Written for:  Sunday Muse #237

Down cobblestone streets
whose curbs contain
remnants of snow–a shining
white glow under
a ball of red blood
moon–he treads, briefcase
in hand.  With street lamps
unlit, he walks along 
white chalk divider.  
In nature's light 
he is guided.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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14 Responses to Path of Moonlight

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Very nice- descriptive, Sara.


  2. Beautiful poem! Just lovely!


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    Nature’s light is the best guide of all. This is wonderful my friend! I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving with those you love.


  4. Jim says:

    Sooo very descriptive, Sarah. I could paint the picture with only your words to model, and with the scene from my mind like I’ve been there before.


  5. qbit says:

    Nice. What’s in his briefcase? Enquiring minds want to know!


  6. Gillena Cox says:

    A very vivid scene painted by your words Sara

    Happy Sunday



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