Symbolism Challenge Poem

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The Owls

These do
dip and glisten,
fog and sway,
pass and dwell.

Tell secrets to the saw-whet owls.
Fogs shift, stars convene, and forests listen.

These do
blue and silent,
stark and gleam,
moon and wise.

Find a place among the pines.
Summer wanes and long eared owls lament.

These do
past and prelude,
green and still,
grey and soon.

Leave the ghost owl to its logic.
Forests settle, reveal, and are renewed.

These do
cloud and bare,
new and night,
glide and know.