Strong wind from the south.
The sky has angels in it —
broad wings stretched out
against the fervent blue
bearing word of change
The water speaks of sun and cloud —
silver sparkle, metal gray,
Small children play at lake side,
my tears just out of range
The girl plays with her dad,
the boy plays alone.
They want to play together
but can’t quite make it happen
I help myself to some of their longing
while warm wind intermittently
brings the scent of blossoms
Cormorants and gulls
sit out on pilings,
Some gulls fly low
playing knock-you-off,
Coots float in flotillas
bobbing in the waves
This day, and what will save it
fade in and out like wind and sun
taking their time
before tomorrow’s rain.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2015
No comments:
Post a Comment