Plumed Spectre

I often hear the tawny owl calling from the conifer trees in the evening. It is such a comforting sound. It inspired me to write this poem The Plumed Spectre. Here is an excerpt. The Plumed Spectre A ghostly sight floats with grace, As he passes the moons shining face. This plumed spectre, silent andContinue reading “Plumed Spectre”