Dawn

Dawn

A flock of starlings
shaken like a carpet
against a stormy grey sky
released a cacophony of sounds
breaking the silence of dawn
 
Whistling wind howled
through leafless trees
as a thick mist hung mysteriously
in suspension above the lake
waiting for instructions
 
The sun struggled to crack the sky
so it might cast its beams of light
The moodiness of the landscape
cried for relief from the darkness
and the earth craved warmth
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Tassone is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and he has prompted us to write a poem in the
aesthetic of the Imagists
 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

32 thoughts on “Dawn

  1. Vivid imagery, Christine: the flock of starlings shaken like a carpet and the moodiness of the landscape crying for relief.

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