I’ve been working on this poem for a few days. Seems like a good moment to post it. For the NaPoWriMo pastoral prompt.
We walk in the dark of the wind-rushy trees,
listening to their wind-rushy voices,
solemn and wise and old as the earth,
silencing birdsong and furtive rustlings
from woods, hedges, field edges
and sleeping gardens.
Hands touch, but can they hold it back,
the something, pale blue and shimmering,
that seemed to fade in the dusk?
Wind rushes, rolling the perfume of lilac along the lane,
playing the woodwind of rose and oriole,
bowling garlic flower notes against the dark.
Wind ruffles flowerheads with gentle hand,
my face, sharper, imperious—listen, feel—
then suddenly the stream,
banked in heavy scents of wet earth,
edged in elm and elder,
alder and willow boughs sweeping low,
calls in the pure ringing voice
of spring water running
and the notes, a seamless weave,
leave no space for sadness.
I love the imagery of the wind here, Jane. lovely poem
Thank you 🙂 The wind is disturbing especially at night. When I walk with the dog he’s twitching all the time, getting smells and sounds from it that I don’t.
I’m glad how this one ended up. I agree, the wind at night is powerful, because it hides in the dark.
I wrote the end this morning after the storm when everything was clean, clear and running with water. Makes a difference.
It sounds a lot like our weather right now, too, I felt I could look out the window and see your poem.
We’re in for more of the same tonight. Wind’s getting up already.
Rain coming in here and cooler tomorrow. April!
A bit more sun would be appreciated.
I journey with you in this poem and the ending is perfect. Thank you for sharing your journey and that part of your soul.
Thank you, Sue. I started this poem after our pre-bedtime walk last night. The wind was blowing up a storm and it was pitch black, no light anywhere. Lonely and desolate. This morning the wind had dropped, the rain stopped and the sun was sparkling on water everywhere. Just beautiful. A bit of sunshine and peace changes perspective dramatically.
I love the wind-rushy–I feel like this poem carries me along on the wind. I’m glad it has a happy ending.
Thank you 🙂 It wouldn’t have been a happy end if I’d finished it last night. The storm wind was oppressive. This morning was glorious though.
I’m glad the storm cleared out. Yesterday was beautiful here, though I wasn’t out much, but now it’s clouding up, and we’ll probably get rain, maybe storms tomorrow.
There’s supposed to be a rain of shooting stars tonight. Also thunderbolts, so I doubt we’ll see any 😦
It sounds like a myth–a rain of stars and thunderbolts. 🙂
Zeus not far away 🙂
🙂
I feel like I’m in the middle of your scene.
When the wind gusts in the dark, it’s enveloping.
Darkness really magnifies sound. It changes the senses completely. (K)
And the wind makes it hard to tell where the other sounds are coming from, or even if there are any other sounds.
So true Jane. Nature is much more intense at night, and somehow eternally during. Thank you for your efforts! Wish you anice evening! Michael
You too, Michael. We’re preparing for another windy session.