A Clear Blue Sky

silver leaves

How can a clear blue sky
So limpid and pure
Hold a silent cry

How can silver leaves
Dancing so lightly
Break a heart with ease

How can the soft scent
On lithe stems of broom
Burst in golden tears

When a black swallow
Pivots on a wing
And screeches with glee

When a sleepy moon
Rises with a smile
Above singing trees

When the leather bark
Of a sycamore
Falls in perfect curls

Yet I still see you
Walk away smiling
As you held her hand

golden broom

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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23 Responses to A Clear Blue Sky

  1. themodernidiot says:

    Here’s me missing the point, but ooh and ahh, what are those bushes with the yellow flowers?!


  2. john zande says:


    How’s the summer treating you, Em?


  3. Eblouissant et emouvant.
    Il n’y a que toi, cherie, qui peut le faire.


  4. Willy Nilly says:

    Em, I love this poem. It made me think how easy it is to miss the beauty around us when such sadness from our loss has us in its grip. I can see your return has allowed you time with your fine pen.


    • emmylgant says:

      I am very glad that you love this one. And that you know.
      My pen and I continue our fan dance more or less successfully and so the posts are few these days. but may be we will break free of the doldrums soon. 🙂


      • Willy Nilly says:

        I sense that inner poet, that writes so beautifully, will hold a new hand, sing a new song, and see that same shaded path in a new light. What a poem that will be. 🌞


  5. arjaybe says:

    Welcome back. I’m back, too.


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