A beautiful day!
Ah! I believe that is sunshine I am seeing, as well as some blue sky! Is Spring returning? I do actually enjoy gray cloudy skies and listening to the wind sing, but after several days of gray, gray and more gray it's so lovely to see blue again! I think the birds are agreeing with me. There seems to be increased activity in the yard with grackles and finches all making a joyful noise together. And, then a funny sight that I had to go to the window for a closer look: a blue jay hopping around on the ground near the back of the yard. Now a mourning dove has strolled along a branch of the maple tree and has found a perfect spot to settle, and keep an eye on the boisterous grackles.
It's been a quiet day for me, and so I found some time to settle in at my desk to finish a poem I started a little over a month ago.
Insomnia
Somewhere,
beyond the parking lots,
beyond the concrete roadways,
beyond the city's harsh intrusive glare,
beyond, the Moon rises.
The Moon rises and begins her journey
across the black expanse of deepening night,
Her round fullness gently radiates,
blessing hills and streams,
shadowed woods and open meadows,
illuminating all with her silver light.
And somewhere,
somewhere,
beyond these stifling walls,
the freshening nocturnal breezes
whisper, dance, murmur and swirl
through shadowed woods and misted meadows,
across the wandering streams,
around and through the rolling hills,
inviting those who hear,
"Come, come and dance,"
dance with the unfettered wind,
dance within the grace
of Luna's radiant sphere.
And far from home I am tonight,
I listen to the sweet wild call
of Moon and wind,
the wooded hills, the grassy meadows;
I treasure this song within my heart,
and long to fly,
to sing in answer...
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And that's that. This poem was started when I awoke in the middle night, unable to stay asleep in a Missouri motel. If I had been home I could have stepped outside and lifted my face up to Luna's glow.
It's been a quiet day for me, and so I found some time to settle in at my desk to finish a poem I started a little over a month ago.
Insomnia
Somewhere,
beyond the parking lots,
beyond the concrete roadways,
beyond the city's harsh intrusive glare,
beyond, the Moon rises.
The Moon rises and begins her journey
across the black expanse of deepening night,
Her round fullness gently radiates,
blessing hills and streams,
shadowed woods and open meadows,
illuminating all with her silver light.
And somewhere,
somewhere,
beyond these stifling walls,
the freshening nocturnal breezes
whisper, dance, murmur and swirl
through shadowed woods and misted meadows,
across the wandering streams,
around and through the rolling hills,
inviting those who hear,
"Come, come and dance,"
dance with the unfettered wind,
dance within the grace
of Luna's radiant sphere.
And far from home I am tonight,
I listen to the sweet wild call
of Moon and wind,
the wooded hills, the grassy meadows;
I treasure this song within my heart,
and long to fly,
to sing in answer...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that's that. This poem was started when I awoke in the middle night, unable to stay asleep in a Missouri motel. If I had been home I could have stepped outside and lifted my face up to Luna's glow.