Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (watching)
A thought awakes me,
and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.
Bird song, faint but swelling,
catches at my heart,
as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.
Light beckons me,
and I press my face against the pane.
I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.
My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,
"Here I am".
Without a sound spoken I have woken...
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:26 pm