The color green
in morning light,
black wings
against blue sky,
leaves burned gold
with the shock
of a photograph.
Her body rises
through concrete,
speaks in wind
and cloud,
her dreams and loss,
the impossible beauty
of a bird.
The color green
in morning light,
black wings
against blue sky,
leaves burned gold
with the shock
of a photograph.
Her body rises
through concrete,
speaks in wind
and cloud,
her dreams and loss,
the impossible beauty
of a bird.
And she’ll always live on in your Heart and the shared Love will inform your life so long as you draw breath.
Like synchronicity is always there. The “impossible” is always available to an open heart, to the mind’s surprise!
Thank you, Don.
This poem is a dance, such grace and fluidity.
Blocks of color and shape bisected by the rising avian form–very strong image.