still now,
with mornings
speaking in dragon breath
and prophetic tongues
of shortening days
and the cold that comes
that comes –
still now
the birds proclaim the day,
call clear blue
horizon to horizon
while singing autumn songs,
gorging themselves
on fruit full ripe and
sweet with sunlight gathered
and grown to seed.
really love that ending!
I love the birds proclaiming the day. Beautiful writing.
I have so much to learn about global singing — Northern and Southern songs come from the same chapel. Your song is like the Tarot card of May reversed, pregnant with meaning read up or down. Happy chill May Day.
the duple sense of your opening line holds me – both time’s movement itself held in abeyance, and the description of calm, or peace – carried through to the promise of harvest. so well done ~
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