Poem 128 of 230:  SKY VIEWS – AUTUMN 2000

From a council-flat in Bury,

    Through a wide window, I see –

Landing on neighbouring tiles –

    Some starlings, pied wagtails,

The hop of magpie and sparrow;

    And hear geese bark as they go.

A fancier’s pigeons circle,

    While a white flock of gull

Play the wind in a dark grey sky –

    The contrast catching my eye;

As does the arc of a rainbow –

    With sun and rain toe-to-toe.

Quiet thought turns to Constables,

    As the wide-glass enables

Broad views of strong cumulus sky –

    Changing shape as time goes by;

And – with moors, too, in the background –

    It begs a brief lounge around.

(C) David Franks 2003 – https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com