A Window Into the Soul

These two poems were written by an incarcerated loved one of a member of FFIMI. They wrote them based off of the view of their window and wonder how many poems they can write about the same view.

1/29/21

The just full moon is hanging low,
an eerie yellow daffodil glow,
a stoic lantern rising high,
reflecting fire from across the divide.
Awe inspires her patient ascent,
escaping horizon into black firmament,
and again, as her hues shift to silvery-white,
she takes up her throne o’er another dark night

~BW



2/8/21

The day begins, with burnt-orange backdrop silhouetting evergreens
and an eastern-rising sliver of silver crescent moon.

Now, early evening’s dusk is descending, the horizon of trees
and distant blue hills a cascading hue of
soft lavender-pink, an ephemeral fairy-haze
hovering in-the-between.

The afterglow evaporates as 
this side of the earth rotates away from
the daytime caress of the life-giving sun-god’s rays
and color fades, to cold blue-gray

Another day,
	Who can say,
		What it all means,	anyway.

~BW