What colors
What flowers
What oaths
What wings in hearts and on eagles
What souls
What yeas
What nays
What presence of light and of shadow
Tag Archives: Wings
Fall
That Winter and Spring
That glorious Summer
Those Days!
When I, with wings on my feet
And fire in my belly
Strode contented nonetheless
Though My Best Friend
Walked ahead sniffing and pulling
Whimpering, barking and biting
That Fall
With These Wings
Were I a wise fly on the wall
Watching the nonsense unfold
I’d fly away
But not before the whir in my wings
Shouted
She’s given you everything
Do you need my eyes
To see unbegrudgingly
The mosaic beauty of her
Flight Risk
Fleeing from the bramble
As though they feel they must
Forsake the soft of the fruit
For the wind in their wings
Discovery: A Haiku
Your wings electric
They feel when first you exhale
Out from the small space
This Haiku: October 19, 2015
Please come back on wings.
With fire in your wings. And teach
me all about pitch.
This Haiku: Thank You Sky
A pile of Sugar
a stack of paper, my pen:
Make my wings flutter.
This Haiku: Faith Mantra
“I believe I’ll brush
the mysteries of your wings
with my own.” Repeat….
This Haiku: Wings in our hair,
…then what grave mistake
-seeking permission to live.
There’s proof in our path.
This Haiku: What Wings
Feathers of fine words
Press up close against my back
Spill good ink on me
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