At Charley’s suggestion, I’ve had a second attempt at the Secret Keeper’s prompt, and written a more hopeful version of my earlier effort. Thanks Charley 🙂
No easy path we tread, we walk with fear
These pavements hard, and worries ever near,
And dull the foggy air, the future drear.
But light floods river ripples spreading bright,
With gold at morning, silver moon at night,
And bathes in dusky blue the swallows’ flight.
Look to the rose, the fledgling taught to fly,
Listen to the lark sing, climbing high,
And watch hope paint with stars the evening sky.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Very beautiful and positive! You have looked at those words from both sides no– …oh, wait, that’s been done! You do me honor by crediting me; thank you!
I’m glad you suggested I took a second look…so easy to just walk on by, let smoke get in your eyes and never look for the silver lining…
Cliche! …er, I mean, touche!
🙂
Beautiful, Jane!
I’m glad you like this version 🙂
This is really lovely, Jane.
Thanks Robbie 🙂 Charley was right to nudge me.
Much more hopeful.
I’m glad I wrote a second poem 🙂
I like this a lot.
“And bathes in dusky blue the swallows’ flight” – beautiful.
Swallows are amazing to watch and lose yourself in the patterns they draw.
We used to get swallows when I was growing up, the fork-tailed birds with a red throat and white underside. Now we only seem to get swifts that are not so pretty. They have the same wild flight patterns though 🙂
Yes the red throats ones are beautiful. I still see a lot down the coast. I love them both though. The flight is dreamy
They are great little birds. All they eat are flies and mosquitos so why don’t we encourage them?
I wish they’d eat cockroaches
🙂