6 May 2009

A Cliff Top Day.

Lyrical Linnets
flutter everywhere,
almond scented Gorse
fills the becalming air.

Fluffy white clouds
began to part
showing patches of blue
to give us heart.

Soft spongy grass
below cliffs so tall
as hollow echoes
sound our footfall.

A Wheatear sits
amongst tussocks high
white tail flashing
towards a clearing sky.

The showery burst
drifts slowly away
and life resumes
it's cliff top day.

4 comments:

Pam said...

What a lovely poem Ruth. You have a great art of being able to give the feeling that the reader is there!

Ruth said...

What a lovely complimentary comment,thanks so much Pam,your thoughts are very much appreciated!

Pam_m said...

I thought i was seeing things when I read Pam's comment, Ruth! I knew i hadn't commented yet on your latest poem. so there are 2 Pam's.lol!!

I was breathing in the fresh air as I read your poem, a delight to read once again!

Ruth said...

lol,yes I bet you thought you were seeing things!
Thanks very much for your comment too Pam!

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