Floating Fields
I feel the fleeting whispers of the wind
it fills my fragile wings like yellow sails
to float about these mellow marshes
in dawn’s light
a scenic dream, setting all things right.
Alight with life, I make my dizzy way
among the reeds
and lazily loop both high and low
to drink a sip of nectar, brief
or maybe a morsel of tasty leaf
then land and settle underneath.
This dream is bright and hopeful, too
with silky edges, soft and new
that carry me along these fields
where egrets pick among the mud
and swallows croon from up above.
When fading skies bid the shadows come
my melting wings, like butter from hot sun
grow weary as I seek to hide and rest
within these mellow marshes in the west.
Written on 7/8/2020
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2020
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