There is death in the grass
with the new shoots
and rot that feeds new life;
there is shadow
beneath the bright sky
and in the clouds there is rain.
We watch the horizon
for white birds
soaring on dreaming wings
and from the hedge
the blackbird’s song
falls on deaf ears.
Incredible image… Once again a great poem ❤
Thank you! I keep trying to write about something that isn’t under my nose but it won’t come.
This one came out perfectly!!! Keep on writing Jane ❤
I’ll maybe look out of a different window for a change 🙂
Another beautiful poem, and particularly liked: “We watch the horizon
for white birds
soaring on dreaming wings”
And speaking of which, I haven’t seen my heron for a few days. Perhaps he/she has settled in France.
Thank you 🙂
There seem to be a lot of herons about this year. Maybe it’s the rain brought them out? I couldn’t swear I’d recognise yours, they do all look pretty similar 🙂
Maybe you’ll recognize its New Jersey accent. 🤣
They don’t talk much. Too concentrated on what’s in the water 🙂
😀
Each contains its opposite. (K)
Yes, light and shadow.
Great choosen, for a wonderful tension. Michael
Thank you!