petrichor 2

the air is calm after the rain
when the ground has slaked its thirst
grey skies submit to stillness
and the heart is swept away

there is a mirror of reflection
where the ocean meets the sun
and the river knows which way it flows
when the salmon swim upstream

the canvas of life rests on blended fingertips
and the heron gulps down his silent prey
the stillness stays under
long thin legs and wings smokey grey

it is morning and poetry awakens with the
wind surfing green the meadow, birch trees sway
in the broken light, soon the night when all is at rest
in the song a cricket sings..

— Kailashana, Jul 09, 2010

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raskin

15 years 11 months ago

Lovely images, I am fond

Lovely images, I am fond of the great herons fishing prowess. raskin

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

I love that word petrichor

I love that word petrichor :) loved your poem too ... nice to go to bed on five am I am bushed Bethany was seventeen yesterday sigh big day ... love and big hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Anna

Yes, profound thoughts and lovely images, as always. Thank you for helping me with my poem. My favorite lines: it is morning and poetry awakens with the wind surfing green the meadow, birch trees sway in the broken light, soon the night when all is at rest in the song a cricket sings.. Always, Cat

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Fools step in........(me)

Ann of Norway How I love the heron, his silent vigil, his stern look, his innocent intent(!) his most wonderful bent flight, so much and con´mbining it with the early morning waters, such a lovely subject dear Anna. "slacked its thirst".....is it slaked you meant? "there is a mirror of reflection where the ocean meets the sun" LOVED this Anna. "when the salmon swim upstream" ....do you need THE? "long thin legs and wings smokey grey"......and his wings OF smokey grey? "it is morning and poetry awakens with the wind surfing green the meadow,".....................Love this too. And this"the broken light"......the birch broken off too is in my mind. This bot could almost be a kind of Haïku:- "soon the night when all is at rest in the song a cricket sings.. But I want it to be PERFECT!!! This time I have been honest yet again....!!! Dearest wonderful poetess my Anna sister. Love to you and Barry too, he sure got the oil off didn't he this time! Ann.

scribbler

15 years 11 months ago

I also love to watch the

I also love to watch the wind make tall grass wave like the ocean.If you enjoy watching cranes fish, you should really watch a least tern as it steals along a shoreline eating every thing in reach.Hmmmm...sounds kinda like me lol.A very enjoyable read but you misspelled slaked in line 2.........scribbler

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Scibbler

Ann of Norway In this comment you are as light as air dashing with the terns and seagulls high in the sky of your mind's eye. Love to you Ann

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

Oops, made the spell check

Oops, made the spell check but left no thanks yous. Thank you for reading ladies and gent. ~ O"There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh