MUSINGS

The Lark's Song

My doubts are held in abeyance,
my eyes are closed,
I breathe in
the serenity and the silence.

I float on
the placid waters,
weightless
and buoyant.

a single note rings out
among the eerie calm.
echoing, resounding, reverberating,
it is the Lark's song.

I sigh contended,
utterly silent,
with my mouth agape
in wonder.

my eyes scan
the distant horizon,
as the mellifluous melody
makes my lip quiver.

the music stops,
my heart somersaults,
as something catches
my vision.

a little bird,
in the periphery,
perched on a branch
of the Alder.

poised to fly,
with wings aligned,
preparing for
it's ascent skyward.

stricken contrite,
I watch the sight,
as the lark
soars heavenward.

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