Hazy Skies

Silent witness

Silent witness

Hazy skies
Fuzzy shadows
Uncertain steps

The pelican watches
Witness to past and present
Time and water flow

Cicadas keep it upbeat
Soft voices on a breeze
Calm a frightened child

Light feather on a flagstone
Trace of a passing wing
Soaring above it all

Magnolia scent adrift
A twinkle in a smile
Balance regained.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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10 Responses to Hazy Skies

  1. tonyprance says:

    emmy …as usual – beautiful words from your ever observant mind…I lost track for a while ..be well


  2. Une petite magie, encore.
    Et le pelican, je sais bien, dit rien, et voit tout.
    Il reste content la, a la piscine?


  3. Beautiful thoughts come to mind in reading your words… Thank you for sharing!


  4. Suz says:

    Lovely! I read two of your poems at our meeting the other night and they were very well received….. Lets have some coffee tawk…


  5. PapaBear says:

    Good evening, Emm,
    Every piece of the puzzle plays its part in the balance of life. The glances at different scenes you painted bring back some pleasant memories. 🙂


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