Sunday, November 22, 2009

First published on July 14, 2009

This week's Milly Jourdain poem:

The Thrush

Milly Jourdain

The pale grey light is spreading in the sky,
          And on the ground, until
I see the shining drops on grass and trees
          And all is soft and still.

The quiet earth is only half awake,
          And still breathes peacefully;
A thrush's voice fills all the waiting air
          Pure, cold as is the sea.

Not the triumphant song of spring which makes
          The wood so full of praise,
But a sweet sound, and fitful, fresh as rain,
          To lighten winter days.

No comments:

Post a Comment