robin’s red breasts
against a bright blue sky
spring arrives on wings
Tag: wings
Soaring
to see
the wild and free
is release
More Precious For The Wear
even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains
Of Intricate Design
cloisonne’d wings
on an
all green being
Wings
the hope
of flight
not without effort
Mining
mother load
wing-ed ones
gold rush
Ascent
each
stroke of air
pulls the horizon closer
