Poems and Poetry

Being in This | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

Sky at noon
echoes the bluebell
ghosting the moon
echoing dust

bee to bloom
where the live wire sings,
follow for now
the drone of wings;

hawk hovers
where the fossils talk,
my poppies grow
through flint and chalk,

I must leave no scent behind me
run with the fox to waiting ground;

I may see it with my third eye
the spirit in the dragon-fly,

as silent as the swooping owl
admit the vole into my soul;

dark my way
as phases of moon,
her mystic way
echoing light.

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