stop, collaborate and listen, #1April 17, 2009
(The gracious and wonderful Mrs. Chili has helped me write a poem for today. Go see her site. She’s a beautiful soul. She had lines 2 and 4, fyi.)
Half a flock of birds feasting on morning meal; the other half in conversation
The warmth from my coffee cup seeps into my fingers as I ponder my own migration
A besting from the morning is a trend I learn to daily break.
The open sky is foreign to me; my wings feel insufficient to the task
From whence the sun rises, so now I do soar.