Skylark

A quivering lyricplummeting, plunging;trilling tune toward meadow nest! A warble in wind tumbling toward field;feathers rumbling,trill lingers. A trumpeter’s tunemelodious melody;true herald of bright skies A caroler’s call,seized then snatched;swallowed in firmament.Skylark higher, higher still! “Your lovingkindness, Oh Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies.” Psalms 36:5 Posted for https://dversepoets.com/ A 44Continue reading “Skylark”

Resting Place

It was ancient, their home, tall and stately. There they stood still staring through the veil of night. Waiting, wondering and watching each taking their turn while others rested.  It was said by many, “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” But it was of no concern for soon break of day would come.Continue reading “Resting Place”