Lines on hearing my infant daughter in the early morning

Nell Morag, your waking song
is like the Matins bell –
solitary and distant.
A simple sentinel,
softened by early mist
on wakening water-meadows…
astir with new-born plenty
to embrace this youthful May.

 

 

Eileen Walke

Published by

leigh@laladom.world

My dear readers, I live in Manchester, England and would like to share my thoughts of significant people, places and events in my life through this blog. I'm growing old disgracefully in my 74th year, living in a bubble of love blown by my precious friends and family and floating about like Johnnie McGory.

One thought on “Lines on hearing my infant daughter in the early morning”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.