Over the isle of weight the sun pushed forkfuls of light through the clouds
A crow perched ready on a green and slimy breakwater
Then opened his wings and hopped atop a quick and cold breeze
His fingered feathers guiding him
to land an instant later in search of food
His wing span so large it flapped my thoughts away
This is how I want to live
in amazement at this beautiful perfect world
- Author: Willow tree (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2021 18:00
- Category: Nature
- Views: 30
Comments5
Nicely said, Willow tree. I think we all wish at one time or another to be like a bird.
Thank you . Yes !
The amazement of the perfect world will be forever in your grasp.
Welcome to MPS.
It will ! 🙂
Good write Willow.
You could fly away from my singing. Who can bear it?! heehee.
😅
Nicely highlighting some of the simple everyday things which, when we are mindful of them, bring home to us the wonder of existence.
Yes thank you , exactly that
what a wonderful image of life you paint dear Poet,
good read
Thank you 😊
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