Thursday, 2 June 2011


The blue sky is pockmarked
with eruptions of cloud,
and skylarks thread the spaces
in-between with ribbons of song.

The sun bursts onto a field
and scatters the crows into the wind,
flecks of burnt blossom
wheeling and falling.


Stella Pierides said...

Wow! i am looking at the sky anew... Thank you!

Mark Sargeant said...

Thank you for your comments Stella, and for visiting my blog :)