powder blue sky

There is movement

Of the sparrow’s wings

And the branch where he lands.

Of feasting bees; never still

And summer breeze

Through sun-drenched trees.

Clouds drifting lazily

O’er powder blue canvas sky

And my spirit; moved

By the grace and beauty

Of nature’s work.

Joining in with writealm’s July prompt-a-day

today’s prompt is ‘movement’


10 thoughts on “Movement

  1. what a beautiful space you have here! this poem makes me think of my uni days where i would sit under trees reading Keats and Wordsworth….*sigh* xo

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