Victory Ode
The skylark sings. The skylark sings in rain
Beside dark woods. It sings as rain falls down
Around it. Everywhere is his domain.
He sings his way to triumph. Weather’s frown
Is useless in his life. The mist comes, so
He sings. He sings inside it and then swoops
Above it, singing, singing, singing. Throw
Yourself above the dinginess in loops,
He says, in lyrics. Spiralling to clouds
He pierces them, cascading them with song,
Defying weather’s layered heavy shrouds,
Each kind, declaring only limp is wrong.
..His throat inhales the moisture, haze and mist.
….They find their dampest weaknesses dismissed.
~ Phillip Whidden