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