colors on feathers
breathe not air of their fingers
land wings off his palm
image:pin.it/rqaaj7xk32cmme
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
colors on feathers
breathe not air of their fingers
land wings off his palm
image:pin.it/rqaaj7xk32cmme
I was inspired yet again by the fabulous, sock monkey.
for the Waxwing,
summer withers
sending the bare bones
of blooms to exit; their shift over
high up on defoliated twigs,
these sturdy spires become crows nests –
for one last look at sparse reminders
and stark remainders