A Clear Night

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders
This jewel caught in my hair.

by Karle Wilson Baker

Comments (2)

The first time I read this, I said to myself HUH? Then I read it again more slowly and realized that the poem itself is a gem. Wonderful metaphors. I'm adding this to my favorites list and will read more of her poems to see what other jewels she has to offer.
nice, short and sweet...I love this poem...