Miracles are in the Air

Starlings fly in silver sky

Bullfinch in the dry grass sings,

Emerald teal in tandem fly

Explosively on phosphor wings.

Miracles are in the air

Golden sun in evening glow,

Marigolds of orange flair,

With lavender, in patchwork grow.

 

Sap is flowing in the wood

bursting buds of olive greens,

Winter flees as winter should

Whilst bubbling brook transform to streams

Miracles are in the air

Colour rich in reddish hues,

Greens of fresh lime , aqua flair

Spring arrives to vivid views.

Silk striations lace the sky

With molten, mackerel clouds of gold,

Evening chill for you and I

Suggests we snuggle close to hold.

Miracles are in the air

A Moonrise breaks horizon’s door,

Hugely round with craters bare

We laugh with joy and seek for more.

 

Tantalizing night upon us

Stars ignite the heaven"s fire,

Black as pitch with jewelled Adonis

Hot white pinpoints of desire.

Miracles are in the air

Passion in the blood doth boil,

Moonlight through her silver hair

Exquisite as blue fire on oil.

 

Marshalg

@thebach

29 August 2011