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Grateful




Open window, sunlight, whir of bird feathers. 
Shadow of a pigeon darts across the windowsill, slides on the white gloss. 
Out on the grass the mist has left her marbles, dropped them in a bright scatter as she left, as she hastened to the river. Over the broad water she lets go of everything, she unbecomes. 
Choruses of birds sing and their sound spins out melodic, avant-garde. 
The crop fields are ploughed, earthy and rich-dark. 
In a grazing field four horses flick tails and chew up sparkling grass. Somewhere a tractor rumbles.
In each detail, gratitude.






Comments

Lancelot Quadras said…
Beautiful lines.
Have a nice day.. :)
8 April 2015 at 11:28
Jo said…
Beautiful description. Peaceful too.
8 April 2015 at 22:13
Dixie@dcrelief said…
"Over the broad water she lets go of everything, she unbecomes."

I love that sentence, Lisa !!!
9 April 2015 at 00:36
Stephen Tremp said…
Reminds me of my grandparents places when I was a kid.
9 April 2015 at 03:21
Kern Windwraith said…
I love your imagery--the birdsong "melodic, / avant-garde" and "our horses flick tails and chew up sparkling grass." So vivid, I can see and hear almost every line. Beautiful.
9 April 2015 at 04:29
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Lancelot :-)
9 April 2015 at 22:08
Lisa Southard said…
*Takes a bow*
Thank you Dixie :-)
9 April 2015 at 22:09
Lisa Southard said…
Gratitude encourages peace :-)
9 April 2015 at 22:09
Lisa Southard said…
It is exactly the right place for grandparents to live - and for children's memories to be made :-)
9 April 2015 at 22:11
Lisa Southard said…
It would be awkward not to be inspired by these surroundings :-)
9 April 2015 at 22:12
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