Dark clouds sailing
Dark Rooks gathering
On muck-spread stubble
Little islands of sunshine
Light up the hills
In fortunate places
Always moving
Along with the breeze
And I know I'll be lucky
There's rain in the valley
But my way is clear
Skylarks flooding my head
With beautiful music
And my joy at the summit
A golden Curlew
Lit by the morning
So close I could touch her
On my own little island
Of silver sunlight.
#CoSopoetry
@matty7w
sigh 😌
@matty7w This makes me feel like I was floating on a low cloud and watching this unfold around me 🩵
@allin isn't that beautiful
@matty7w
So beautiful! Thank you💛