The cuckoo calls...

Reflections on the illusion of the power of evil to destroy continually, inexorably, ever-faster ... showing us life is not what it seems ...

Another day,
and in the new morning,
did you see the colours change
in the valley,
as the sun is born
once again ?

Did you watch
as the pink and blue turned
 green and grey ?
... so what is different
today?

 It seems I cannot tell
what is the same
...and yet the wind,
in anger
still grows shapes in the else-still water,
and the cuckoo calls again

Reviews

[Bette]

this is great, i like you use of colors

[Fallen Angel]

I enjoyed this. Loved the second stanza. brilliant job =)