Walking on a winter's morning
Quiet time
Footsteps muffled
Wind in the trees
Snow swirling lightly
Sun peering through the flakes.
The flock senses a change
A foreigner approaching
Interfering in the flow of the day
Take to the sky
Reel
Soar
Fly
Careen
And because one flies
All the others follow in a quivering group
A mass of black dots
Ebbing and flowing
Pulsing and undulating
Across a blue canvas
Following a random pattern
Landing here, then there
How do they know
Where their neighbour will turn?
A master is orchestrating this dance
In the sky on a snowy morning.
4 comments:
Is that yours? I like it
I like it too!
Makes me envision it very clearly.
Hello...I am entering into your blogspace! ;) Hugs.
Theresa
It is mine... all mine... came up with it on a snowy morning whilst i was wandering on my street trying to exercise my very unexercised body.
Danielle I love your choice of words, so rich and descriptive. It feels like I could be walking right out there with you. The wonder of God's creation
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