Monday, January 14, 2008

Gift

Hands thrust skyward
Opening, parting
Finger blossoms
Hurling their pollen
Of white feathers -
Wings snapping briskly
Slapping above below
Above below -
Hurled to hurtle
Rediscovering
Blue-skied
Freedom

2 comments:

Middle Ditch said...

Thank you for visiting. I hope you liked it. Love the poetry.

Pod said...

belated happy new year inckle!
i hope all is well