Sonnet 105, Feathers on the Water
Dear shorebirds, my quills inspiration.
I love the way you're chased by the ripples
Ceasing my days and nights isolation
Dreams of the coast; I smile just a little.
Let me watch you as you bob and wiggle
You're much quieter during winters chill
The sea fogs hide the highest tides tickle
you take flight along the coast with a shrill.
Winter shows her winds upon crab and krill.
Strolling windswept dunes; the sands rise higher.
Wing beating echoes; those thoughts do fulfill,
but leaves lone feathers upon still waters.
I walk away with a chill in my heart,
Remember this sonnet whilst far apart.
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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