She knows…
She knows
I left this morning,
out of the door,
along the path,
across the garden,
walking the avenue,
the moon was up,
the sky, low,
clouds chasing
the tails
of winter,
for forgotten,
is the shadow
of yesterday
the falling memory
of winter snow,
The house lights
were blinking,
busy with awakening
kitchens, bedrooms
and bathrooms,
whilst outside,
I walked,
she watched me,
listening to the wind,
catching my thoughts,
ready to meet me,
and open the day
with her morning
song and call,
And so I stopped,
just for a few,
quiet moments
under the lamppost,
the pale light
above me,
surrounded, still,
by the morning dark
and then I saw her,
her silhouette,
upon the chimney,
shuffling nervously,
flapping her wings
genteelly,
waiting for some sign,
some signal,
a moment,like mine,
to greet
an expected dawn,
For then
I walked
away from
the lamp light,
away from
the road,
walked,
along the path,
over the footbridge,
by the invisible rush
and babble
of the stream,
under the walnut tree,
past the broken fence,
and waited,
in the last
of the night,
his wings still
silent and dark,
She flew beside me,
sometimes hopping
from branch
to branch,
we both stopped,
and there it was,
a crease,
a fold,
a band
of light,
above the forest,
splitting night
from day,
the daring glimpse
of sky, for then
she sang
as if the world
was born anew,
and so I danced,
with gladness
knowing in my heart,
each day,
is born of the last,
each moment
as precious
as truth,
the truth of light
upon every leaf,
branch,
every blade
of quivering grass,
I didn’t need to think,
to believe
or wonder,
I just knew.
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