The uplands rise in harmony
above the meadow,
above the wetlands
where blackbirds sing
and land on cattails
rising from reflective waters
(last year’s rattling stalks,
this year’s eager green)
Above, the swallows dip and dart,
close their wings to surge and fall,
flick of tail or wing tip turning them
in flights as wild
as those of flying insects
The sky is still,
the morning light holds its breath
while all these weavings —
sights and sounds and creatures —
form a dome of peace
over this moment, over this land.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 26. 2014
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