The Murmuration
l saw her by the edge of the burnt mossy wall
and she was watching high above, over forests so tall
then as the dusk gathered starlings, that danced in the melting sun
it was the breathless display, and mesmerising begun
in the last Autumn rays, that painted threads through the trees
like the strands in her hair that stroked again in the breeze
and their dance was perfection as she watched murmuration
and their velvet display was their beautiful creation
gently the stars said hello, as the white moon glimpsed below
and her slowly wrapped dreams, she sent of her kisses he'd know
and they went drifting slow like the gossamer clouds
and her love for him soft, like the starling, a glow
still her eyes searched afar, over the bracken filled glens
as she looked for his face and his smile and his arms to embrace
and never gave up hope, as she waited each night
and she watched starlings call , over mossy green wall
the dance of the starlings is a sight to behold
like a true love is precious , more precious
than gold.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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