(Inspired by all four images)
All Things
All things have their time,
reborn in water, dust, and light,
shells, beaks, and colored blooms,
tenacious and insistent,
even cocooned between grey rocks,
they rise to salute the sun-bright sky.
Fledglings peek from sheltered nest
to test the wind with opened eyes,
their flight-feathers overlay the down–
still, they cry for sheltering wings
on dappled boughs, the shadows sigh
remembering winter’s gloaming
the bright azure turned to violet,
and bare branches trembling in the snow,
charcoal etchings erased and re-traced–
a call-and-response
we don’t understand—
just whisper –or shout–to the stars again.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. I’ve rewritten the final stanza from the version on his page. You can see today’s artwork and read the poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
All those branches holding the world, from earth to stars. (K)
Yes–thank you, Kerfe!
I love this stanza in particular:
Fledglings peek from sheltered nest
to test the wind with opened eyes,
their flight-feathers overlay the down–
still, they cry for sheltering wings
Deep down side, I still cry for sheltering wings.
I’m so pleased this touched you, Liz.
Yes, I understand completely. 💙
🙂
You have spun magic from this artwork.
Thank you very much, Derrick! 😊
Beautiful. Thank you. Gloaming is not a word one encounters often!
Thank you, Steve.
I really like the sound of gloaming. 🙂
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‘shells, beaks and coloured blooms’
Love that line 🙂
Thank you very much! 😊