Suzy Davies's Blog: Book News - Posts Tagged "old-age"

She stands at the window,
with ledge of grey slate
hours before the world is awake,
tousled head tilted, her eyes on the trees,
in the shadows of garden
a fluttering breeze.

A woodpecker's tapping away at the bark.
Her morning alarm call;
she's up with the lark,
watchful and tranquil
Gran always is
as blissful sun rises,
and clouds it doth kiss.

Soft gentle light
warming her pallid face,
she gazes outwards,
her countenance, grace.
Her hand outstretched,
and yet
still they don't come,
she hears them calling
to the morning sun.

Dance with the light,
bidding shadows away,
a thrush in the undergrowth
begins her day.
Under the eves
gape the hungry mouths
of summer visitors,
travelling South.

Blackbird and sparrow,
with wings of dull brown,
goldfinch and blue tit,
with feathers of down,
jackdaws patrolling
the mossy damp paths,
cackling and squawking
in the long grass.

And then comes her answer,
a spirit alights,
a young painted chaffinch,
a paint-splash of bright,
in perfect balance
it stands on her palm,
patience rewarded
in her place of calm.

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