Skylark

A poem inspired by Jilly’s quote from Jim Harrison

“Tiring of language, the mind takes flight”  ~ Jim Harrison

Photo ©Jacob Spinks

Can you hear the hawk crying in the wind,

or the twig snap beneath a dainty hoof?

Does the rain fill your ears with music

or your heart with chill?

All the words that drop from the leaves at morning

will not suffice to show you how the sky is blue,

if you never dream to touch the stars,

nor can they paint the song of the lark,

if this handful of warm feathers does not break your heart.