Under a Pearly Sky

Yellow-faced finches

Flit in the bushes

Of the ancient woods.

A cold wind rises,

Tossing the topmost branches,

Dancing with flame-like larch leaves

Lining the edge

Of a field of sedge,

Milky in the early

light.

It is silent

Under a pearly

Norfolk

sky.

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015