A Stirring In The Air
What is this that stirs the air
no storm clouds shroud the sky
yet the sun does not shine
and the morning breeze is still.
I hear no birds, the storm-cock
silent from the roof, no mice
disturb the leaves, hedgehogs sleep
yet a stirring in the air....
stage whispers, confidences shared
actors hid I know not where.
Perhaps the sun will shine
storms invade and lightning strike.
I shall wait the storm-cock's cry,
His yellow beak to welcome or to warn.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (A Stirring In The Air by John Rickell )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
- Flowes Do Eventually Wilt, Hazel Durham
- No se amor, Sergio Jaime
- Haiku: Colored Perceptions, Brian Johnston
- Poppy and Moppy, Brian P FitzGerald
- 'Nightmare of 'Annabel Lee', Shania K. Younce
- I heard him, Nassy Fesharaki
- WAIL ON, WOLE, Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
- Allegory 1, Tori Bachue
- An Interesting Breed They Are, Monk E. Biz
- Revolution Brings Salvation, Ruma Chaudhuri