Pale sky,
A full measure,
Of breathing space.
Quiet anticipation.
Staccato ripples
From the goose choir.
Shifting flight,
A new movement,
Of bright melodies.
This I believe
Pale sky,
A full measure,
Of breathing space.
Quiet anticipation.
Staccato ripples
From the goose choir.
Shifting flight,
A new movement,
Of bright melodies.
The full moon stretched
In the dim morning
Before settling down.
Trembling tendrils
Of fish white light,
Shivered towards me
As the river sighed,
And I began my day.