Saturday, May 30, 2015


Your coloured feathers paint the sky
and lead my eye to dream
of all the things that you have seen
can see
will see.

Ancient creature,
you have lived as long as me -
plain and brown, dull and old

until you spread your wings
and share your rainbow secret
that makes the darkness sing.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Oh now such loveliness in this poem Moon, your words take flight and split the sky with the winsome cry of a lonely bird, very very nice

5:46 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks :) They don't come very often these days.

5:33 PM  

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