There's an owl on the wall
And a song in my heart
On this wet, grey morning.
I've laboured up the muddy track
And turned the corner
Where the Rowans stand naked
Since the thrushes stole their light
A robin sings his little song
And warms the air with melody
Bubbling along like a little river
Pushing me onwards
Towards the misty summit
And the freedom to breathe
Then away with the winds
I've broken through the edge of the sky
And I'm flying into the gold
Of an autumn morning
#CoSopoetry