For a lark


Some mornings,
When doves are done complaining
And finches had their fill,
Larks take over the air waves.

They sing their crystal arias
While swallows swoop over vineyards,
When the breeze is gentle,
And the day isn’t yet scorching.

Two larks jam across tree tops,
Start a chord, a riff, an hymn,
And a short melancholy tune
Above the din of mopeds late for work.

My heart leaps when a lark sings.
It is a gift, a kiss of sweetness now,
And a recall of long easy summers
When sunny days went on forever.

A lark’s song is a savored aroma, eyes closed;
The little golden cloud cheering at sunrise;
The soft, tender, fleeting
Shade of pink caught in a girl’s blush.

When larks let rip a carefree fugue,
It’s a dance,  a soft shoe number,
A Fred Astaire glide with a grin,
And a Ginger sweep of satin.


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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13 Responses to For a lark

  1. Dear Emmy,

    Lovely to read, Delightful to visualize through your elegant words. I enjoyed the video as well.



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  2. oglach says:

    Lovely poem. I especially enjoyed the last four lines.

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  3. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely, lovely, lovely!!

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  4. ceayr says:

    No one does the wonders of nature like you do, Em.
    But when I watched the video I forgot all the praise I planned to heap on your marvellous poem.
    Because no one walks down stairs like Fred!

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  5. PapaBear says:

    Good evening, darlin’ girl,
    Home is the hunter, back from the hill
    And the sailor safe from the sea…
    Yes, the traveler is back from his trip
    And that traveler would be me… 🙂
    Love the scenarios you present with words, Emm, and the colors and sounds you attach to them. Could almost close my eyes and be there. G’nite ! 🙂

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