A Minute Poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words this week are
MOVE | SMALL | WONDER | DANCE | PART
Dancing with the stars
I wonder at the oak trees’ dance,
In a wind trance,
Moving in thrall
To its wild call.
I part the grasses of the path,
Over the rath,
Where voices low
Bid me not go.
Paying small heed to common sense,
I climb the fence:
With cold stars roam,
I’ll not go home.