Softness and light
The pointillist
Paints the sky
A thousand dabs
of silver-white
Set before a silver sun
Veiled and dappled
Brightness tumbling down
A higher force
Is flowing.
Single notes
dropping from the sky
like silver rain
Skylark falling
Curlew calling
And a wall-tall snipe
Sings beauty to his mate
With a song
Of creaky bed-springs
In the night.
#CoSopoetry