The sky is singing

The sky is singing,
cloud chords plucked by languid wind-fingers,
life and death songs of sun on sea,
where the wind blows waves
to break in foam feathers.

The sky sings salt
and night scents of invisible blooms,
enfolding silver-sheathed meadow grass
in the cool silence of fox and badger moon,
the cropping of monochrome deer,

and I listen to the bell flowers
chiming in the hedge,
the water ripple of birdsong,
running into summer,

give thanks to the rooted force,
rising and falling in beauty,
that makes all these tides
ebb and flow endlessly.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “The sky is singing”

    1. Thank you 🙂 She did give me a good poem. It’s been a lovely hot day today for once. We’re in for a round of storms, rain and cold again though after tomorrow.

      1. Yes, mine ended with hope, but yours was all the way through. I hope you don’t get severe storms. It’s cooler today, but the sun has mostly been out–but we have a thunderstorm warning right now.

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