Late April Walk Poem by Lois Read

Late April Walk



Bright blue bits of sky
assert themselves
through soft spring scrim
bell the morning
ultra-high frequency sound
bringing poets
and painters
to their knees.

Emptiness with edges
sky shapes shift
from ground to figure
firmament in focus
trilling notes as pure as water
like angels playing piccolos
to celebrate the day.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On an early morning walk I was stunned by the brilliance of the piece of sky visible through the trees, and had to share it.
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Lois Read

Lois Read

Chicago, Illinois
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