Aeromancy
Pecking its way out of the golden light
Songbirds arise non-feathered when they hatch
Feathered wings lift them high in upward flight
Crested larks lay colourful eggs that match
Aeronautical flying birds in love
In the air, romancing like Valentines
Returning to where they were quite beloved
Where their hearts weren't always undermined
I know you do verily love the uplift
Even when your spirit flies to the bayside
Where imagination soars adrift
While I'm trekking on with my mighty hindsight
Bright light flies from the summits each morning
A reddish glow adorns those summits, recording:
Alpenglow!
Copyright © Laura Gail Sweeney | Year Posted 2016
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