Like a goose flying south
I flew, too-
leaving behind house and home;
move to the undulations of a new place
Making a life with you
like a snowflake-
into smiling eyes, when landing
a warm blanket in the night
A bed of sound,
lasting, hold on,
until sunlight melts us
in a sea of gratitude
On a jet stream of wind, I have flown.
© right now, Denise A White
Comments
Post a Comment