The earth is motionless
And poised in space …
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
It is the wind’s hour off ….
The wind has nestled down among the corn ….
The two speak privately together,
Awaiting the whirr of wings.
11 thoughts on “A great bird resting.”
I can’t thank you enough for feeding your readers poetry like this. Do you have a favorite line, or like with many poems, is it just the enormity of the whole?
I’ve had that poem in my Word files for a while – I don’t know where I found it – and tonight I was browsing for something summery when I came upon it again.
I’m glad you asked me what I liked because I think I hadn’t spent enough time with it until your prompt. It’s the evocation of a stillness so large that the earth, the globe itself, is participating.
This comes at an appropriate time: we have had a strong Berg wind blowing for days and are now enjoying the strange calm that comes once it has died down.
Calmness is what we all need at the moment. To rest in God’s all-knowing and tender care. I love the painting. Have a lovely holiday ~ FlowerLady
Hello sweet friend! Aw. I love that poem and the art, too! You have such a poet’s heart. I hope you write poems, too. xo
Poignant illustration. We’ve had incredible wind for a week, here in Oklahoma, then yesterday the wind calmed.♥
What a beautiful poem, Gretchen. Thank you for sharing it.
Beautiful painting, perfect for the second part of the poem, though I’m not sure about that conversation– the wind is speaking with the corn? About? Help! I want the whole thing to work because it starts off so well.
I did think the wind was whispering with the corn. Does it matter what they are whispering about?