Emmie celebrates the Creation in the song of a skylark, in this poem. Her imagery of Nature is evocative. An exclusive for Different Truths.
Creation sings in the song of a skylark soaring heavenward, startled from its moorland nest by the tramp of passing feet. Its voice reverberates clear in the cerulean blue sky above, punctuated by commas of fluffy cloud. Down below, mossy turf cushions boot-clad feet as they traverse the open heights. Spring sunshine caresses coat-clad shoulders, enlivening breezes tickle faces and move playfully amongst silver hair. On the skyline, purple hills brood over the patchwork quilt of green draped on hill and dale. Munching sheep with placid eyes watch as legs move, arms swing, faces crease into weather-beaten smiles of simple joy. My soul sings, here on my hill, joining the skylark in the ancient Song of Creation.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
An amazing adorable writ of yours.
Opened all of mind’s closed doors…