Rush of Wings
Rush of Wings
Awakened at night.
Shade darkened room.
Vivid black, devoid of
color and shape and sound.
Populated by dreams
and lighted only by the
white stick figures on
the beside alarm clock.
To that darkened void
arrives the rush of wings,
coming from nowhere
to surround the room.
The sound of squall rain
falling on the shake roof.
Then silence, and dreams return,
as the rush of wings sound of rain
is blown away by the wind.
David Holmes
May 5, 2021
Copyright © David Holmes | Year Posted 2021
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