Eye of Change
Apr 14, 2019 14:48:51 GMT 9.5
Post by fjrogers on Apr 14, 2019 14:48:51 GMT 9.5
Eye of Change
Wild the north wind blows
on stormy nights
and passing days
in sparse winter sun
and dark cloud
surfing grey and white haze.
Hollow tones
echo cliff shores
as calling birds
gather, drift
and scatter separate ways.
So long a storm plays
on treeless land
and white-topped waves.
Notes ring
on music staves-
another bird's call
projects, encircles....
sinks like graves
and stone
in crumbling earth.
Here is now
the birth
of calm depth
and season's point
where change rides
changeless, free
for earth and sea.
Wild the north wind blows
on stormy nights
and passing days
in sparse winter sun
and dark cloud
surfing grey and white haze.
Hollow tones
echo cliff shores
as calling birds
gather, drift
and scatter separate ways.
So long a storm plays
on treeless land
and white-topped waves.
Notes ring
on music staves-
another bird's call
projects, encircles....
sinks like graves
and stone
in crumbling earth.
Here is now
the birth
of calm depth
and season's point
where change rides
changeless, free
for earth and sea.