Wings On the Water

My dear birds, an inspiration putting quill to paper I love the way you're chased as waves crash on the beach Invading my warm days and balmy summer nights Dreams about the whoosh of grasses in the marshlands. I’m enamored with the sudden swoosh your wings Your warble is much quieter through the summer heat. As the calm fog hides the ocean sprays of November, you take flight migrating through the drizzle in a southern sky. And winter shows her whipping winds on the wave crests. Honking geese leave lonely feathers upon still waters. Your wing beats, wing beats, fluttering make my days During strolls on windswept dunes in February. I walk the paths with a chill in my heart but; spring quickens my step as I hear a chirp in the brush. 'Onomatopoeia ' Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet 10/15/2021