Flight of Fire
The Phoenix rises from the ashes filling all with dread.
I too rise each morning barely sliding out of bed.
His claws are strong, hard is his beaks; he has fire in his eyes.
Coffee, coffee, I need some now. I will not compromise.
But today I soar with Phoenix. I match him side by side.
When the wind picks up and he cuts the clouds, I joyfully also glide.
I have no bounds. I own it all - the Sea, the Earth, the Sky.
I think I will put my coffee down. Perhaps I should try the chai.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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