View From A Window

From the window, I see the blue wash of the sky and the fingers of

the wind stir the wooded Kingdom. The crows among the silk of

green echo their shadows from sound to sound.

Music of old seasons.

The cobwebs of time are catching the flies of melancholy

And in the movements of flowers, leaves, and fruits; creatures of Light

Chase one another, playing purely like innocent children.

 

 Crazed by the Moon, an old man rides a bicycle in circles around the street.

The grey of his wild beard has gone to his head…

And the patter of his breath has jumped over the hills of the wind,

Hidden now in the womb of space.

 

The great wood Divinely smiles, startling the crows.

And as they rise

An arm of Spring lifts the eyes of the day

towards the invisible Dawn.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poetry is wonderful Danny.
"The great wood Divinely smiles, startling the crows.
And as they rise
An arm of Spring lifts the eyes of the day
towards the invisible Dawn."
The above lines. I did adore. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Lisasview]

I just happened on your poem Danny and what a nice surprise. First words I have read of yours and I did enjoy them...
Feels like a short story about a day in ones life with all the many things that are going on.
Lovely use of words...
I like so many of your lines but in particular these....
"The great wood Divinely smiles, startling the crows.
And as they rise
An arm of Spring lifts the eyes of the day
towards the invisible Dawn."
I read your about ...and I see you are concerned about getting feedback and how that all works. I am new (as of 8 or so months ) and I have found that the best thing to do is to make sure to review other poets works...
You might like to read mine...for example, Innocence ... which is very different from anything I have ever written and full of metaphors or Forevermore...or even Tender...
Lisa, now in Spain