In the space between
the dark leaf-fall of night
and frosted dawn,
an ancient bird flies
a path between flower-clouds
and thick-breathed river,
whose milk-chocolate beach listens
to the fiddle-wind whispers
of the coming storm.
Here, we wait
for honeyed shots of light
and perfumed peace,
and if we can recall
how seasons cycle
blood red sinking into cool blue
diamond prisms and shadows play–
then we know the language of dreams —
where an ancient bird flies
beneath twinkling glow
skimming the surface
between yesterday and tomorrow.
The Oracle made me work for this one. Perhaps she senses how everything seems unsettled.
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Thank you so much, Paul!
Birds are always good guides. My dreams have been disturbing lately too. The moon woke me up last night to release me from one which instantly made me feel better. (K)
The birds have been so active recently. My dreams have not been disturbing–they’ve actually been interesting and sometimes amusing. It’s the world that’s disturbing. I’m glad the moon made you feel better. 😊
I wondered what caused me to awaken so suddenly and she was shining in the window right on my bed.
Very cool–she knew!
“honeyed shots of light
and perfumed peace” – how wonderful this sounds, Merril! I think it’s exactly what I need right now…
Thank you very much, Ingrid, and you’re welcome! 😊
“Honeyed shots of light / and perfumed peace” are my favorite lines in the poem as well.
Thank you so much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
The robins and juncos are gathering the pear trees eating the last of the shriveled fruit. I think they’re looking for spring, which here in Michigan, the weather is not ready to give up the cold. Stunning poetry, as usual, Merril. ❤
Thank you so much, Colleen! It seems like the birds are getting ready for spring here, too. I know we can still have a blizzard in March!
That’s not out of the realm of possibility is it? 🥶❄️🌨
No, it’s not–unfortunately!
It’s 43 today, windy, and sunny! I’ll take it! 😀 ❤
I love this one! And the repetition of the ancient bird weaving it together. It’s a poem that makes me hold my breath, until the bird comes through at the end.
Wow–thank you so much! I guess that means it was good I went back to it. I didn’t have the bird at the end at first, but it knew it belonged there. 😊
It circled around and came to rest in the right place. Sometimes I get that impress too, that the image she sends towards the beginning is intended to be repeated.
Yes, she’s subtle about it though. She gives us the clue, but doesn’t hit us over the head with it. 😀
love your words strung in symphony Merril!
Thank you so much,Cindy! 💙
I enjoyed this, Merril. We’ve had juncos hopping around and feeding all day on our patio. I think they’re trying to tell me something. 🙂
Thank you. Maybe they are, Jill!
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Thank you, Michael!
Thank you again for sharing a very beautiful poem, Merril! Have a nice weekend! xx Michael
You, as well, Michael!
Such beautiful imagery
Thank you so much, Derrick.
Everything does feel unsettled. The Oracle is in touch.
Nonetheless, a wonderful poem….pretty, pretty great!!
Thank you so much, Resa!
This had that dreamy, just before awakening feel when the dreams are still clear and just before poof! they disappear. Lovely imagery.
Thank you so much! 😊
My pleasure! 🙂
Loved this one from you Merril! A beautiful poem with nice imagery.
Thank you so much for reading it!