Stop and listen to the singing
of the thrush, the sunlight bringing
motes of gold, drifting earthwards
and a soaring flock of songbirds
sketched upon a winter sky.
Leap, with the kestrel fly
high above the sweeping dry
and seed-pod rattling grasses,
watch where her shadow passes;
that’s where the small things lie.
Take this day in trembling hands,
close your fingers on its sands,
on its colours bright, and keep
its golden light when rain clouds weep
their cold stony tears.
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What colorful poems.
The day has been misty and dull but we’ve just had the most gorgeous sunset. I need my daily dose of colour.
I do too, but who’s asking?!
Probably all of us. As for who dishes out the colour, that’s a good question.
Beautiful! I love: “Take this day in trembling hands,
close your fingers on its sands,
on its colours bright,”
Thank you! It was a bit of procrastination. I’m trying to write two completely different stories at the same time and switching between them is difficult.
It’s lovely procrastination! 🙂
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Sooooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful, words and image. I absolutely need to collect, store, and replenish those natural-splendor moments for my mental health.
So do I! I’m pleased you like this one 🙂
Very much so!
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To say the least, this poem sings. I appreciate the use of the imperative to direct us to do something that would be so good for us. I’ve no doubt there are singers who would love to do the literal job (singing and directing).
Thank you. I’m partial to a poem you can sing, not having any singing voice at all.
I can’t remember the last time I used or noticed the word tremble, yet I’m seeing it everywhere today and it seems so right. The world is definitely trembling. (K)
We seem to have reached a tipping point. It’s beginning to accelerate. Why is it that the countries with the most devastating evidence are those most pig-headedly climate sceptic?
It’s very hard to understand. They may think they can buy (or pray) their way out of it, but they are wrong.
It’s an awful thing to say, but I’m beginning to feel that there’s nothing we can do to stop it now. Individual effort is just so much wasted in the face of leaders and utterly selfish public opinion.
It has to be a world effort. Hard to see that happening.
When half the world is more concerned by blasphemy than the death of the planet…