The blue jay flies –
its shadow cast from autumn skies –
and I am left alone below
with only shadow wings that tow
my heart along in wild ride.
All earthly matters laid aside.
1996
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
Sometimes i think it would be nice to soar with the birds.
ReplyDeleteMe too! :-)
DeleteI like this one. xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Flighty. :-)
DeleteWonderful short verse. You are so contemplative. I would say that a bird flew over -- if I noticed at all, that is. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Anvilcloud. I yearn for a connection to nature and the ability to soar with the jay would be exhilarating.
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