Stretched

July 22, 2015 by simonhlilly

Under a silent sky
Stretched with cloud,
Grasses loll green and pink and grey.

A firmament of birdsong
Curled, woven to sift shading green.

Tractors sigh and roar down the lanes.
Fields turned now and mown.

Stay quiet, stay still a while,
Hear how the river mumbles.

Fed we are,
Appeased by the width of things:

The deep caverned wood,
The slow, fine rains,
Flowers, now, of cloud.

on July 22, 2015 at 8:47 pm | Reply K. A. Bryce

Nicely done Simon. Smiles…>KB
- on July 23, 2015 at 9:20 am | Reply simonhlilly
  
  Taa!
on July 22, 2015 at 11:50 pm | Reply Ben Naga

I cried out loud
In the belief
That I was heard
- on July 23, 2015 at 9:19 am | Reply simonhlilly
  
  But ’twas not me
  I ’twere a bird….
  - on July 23, 2015 at 10:05 am Ben Naga
    
    🙂
on July 23, 2015 at 9:19 pm | Reply N Filbert

Thank you Simon. Provided moments of rest

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