For the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are
OWN | TURN | SHINE | TREE | STAR
Photo ©Michael J. Bennett
I turn my gaze from tree to sky
Where stars look down from dead of night,
I own I thought to find you there,
Picked out in light, your face ashine,
With that soft look I know so well.
But branches wave before my eyes,
Trapping starlight in their green nets,
Your trail lost in the sky’s dark waves,
Sailed away on a comet’s tail.