Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birds, February, flight, grey days, landscape, magpie, moments, more rain, nature, nesting, Poetry, rain, shelter, sparrows, storm, weather on February 14, 2014| 4 Comments »
STORM DAYS
This hollow, unrevealed sky.
Dipping, a magpie attempts a new meridian,
A straight flight to food or shelter.
The dead elms’ reaching fingers quiver;
Power chords, the cables roar.
We each and all must huddle and endure,
With the sparrows, with the ever joyous,
Garrulous sparrows – delicate and subtle
In their design, a clutch of heartbeats,
Warm, communal.
No malevolence in the weather.
No malfeasance in the storm.
Another day to sing about.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, bliss, landscape, life, nesting, Poetry, Samuel Palmer, small things, summer, sunlight, William Blake on June 8, 2013| 4 Comments »
WARMING
(The ghost of William Blake conversing with
The ghost of Samuel Palmer, down by the apple
Orchard, perhaps)
Sunlight gathers heat.
Sparrows in the eaves
Flustered wings, feeding, fetching.
Small is the delight
That accumulates bliss, drop by drop.
The easy centuries
Of a cat’s sleeping breath.
It is a life of small moments,
A slow, steady filling:
Small moments noticed,
Not blessings to be prayed for,
Not dreams to be hollowed out from air,
Not glorious futures
Nor the wrinkled, cold hand of victory.
Upholding the fragile,
Precision of caring,
Peculiar coincidence,
Unexplainable connection.
No arrows of equations pinning certainty,
The sly, mad oracle of statistics,
Prophecies of bacterial bloom.
Summer storm
Here and gone..
simonhlilly 