Poem 128 of 230:  SKY VIEWS - AUTUMN 2000

 

From a council-flat in Bury,

    Through a wide window, I see -

Landing on neighbouring tiles -

    Some starlings, pied wagtails,

The hop of magpie and sparrow;

    And hear geese bark as they go.

 

A fancier’s pigeons circle,

    While a white flock of gull

Play the wind in a dark grey sky -

    The contrast catching my eye;

As does the arc of a rainbow -

    With sun and rain toe-to-toe.

 

Quiet thought turns to Constables,

    As the wide-glass enables

Broad views of strong cumulus sky -

    Changing shape as time goes by;

And - with moors, too, in the background -

    It begs a brief lounge around.

 

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com