“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, September 10, 2012

I Glide and Soar


Lightly on the breeze,
delicate wings flutter by
flower to flower.

I watch with envy
the ease and efficacy
of wings in motion.

I glide and soar too
in dream-centered fantasy
of what life could be.


3 comments:

Karen said...

What a lovely poem Judy! I'm sure many of us share your fantasy.

Muffie said...

Maybe instead of wishing for better legs, I should set my sights on wings! Oh, how I'd love to soar...
Peace,
Muff

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, coming from you, that is a high compliment.

Muff, oh, yeah, wouldn't that be wonderful to be able to glide and soar?