Goldfinch60

Still Flight.

Sitting in the garden,

The evening light around me

I look up and see a bird

So high in the sky,

Wings outstretched

Just hanging in the air,

Sailing ever upwards,

Without a wingbeat

To break the stillness of it flight.

Up and up it sailed,

Until it disappeared from sight.

I was left in wonder

At the calm and joy

Of its silent, still beauty.