AT ORCHARD'S EDGE

I turn 

to the old orchard

where she hunts:

a ghost glimmering

sweet heart of the moon.

Swooping between trees,

a beating clock of claw and feather,

hush winged, in half light.

Image from Darkling, The Owl's Song

At Orchard's Edge — Fine Art Print
Reproduction from the original painting 

Museum-quality archival print with light-fast pigmented inks
Signed, titled, and numbered beneath the image — Limited Edition
Unmounted, presented flat with a backing board and protective cover