2.14.2009

Magpies

Perched upon gnarled limbs
in the early morning light.

A sparkle
takes flight and floats
through the air.

The shimmer
of black feathers
and the sound of
song like humanity
murmuring,
gently.

For now, this tree
is home and wary
wings remain
at rest.

In the mirror,
she recognizes
herself at last.


**PM**

1 comment:

  1. Dear Poem Monkey,
    I got this poem in the mail today and it is just beautiful! I love the paper! And I love the poem! Keep swinging.
    Love, Babs

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