Mauve Mavis

Along the lanes: charcoal slated roofs, / black timbers, puce pocked stone,

Mauve Mavis

A tint of pale pink along drab feathers
ushers in the dawn.

Gulls flee inland from the storm
dotting fields of fresh cut corn
screeching among themselves.

Along the lanes: charcoal slated roofs,
black timbers, puce pocked stone,
the day drained of color.

A purple lining of clouds,
lowering along horizon's edge, glowers
at the walker climbing hills alone.

The voice of a song thrush calls:

         mauve mavis, mauve mavis

echoed by mews of the gulls.

© Kåre Enga

[164.40] 2007-April-17

for Mavis Moog of course! Further info on "mavis" is to be found in a forum post: "Prompt #21: Mauve Mavis"   including links to the song thrush and its song.