daydreams of flying,
white wings, soaring, gliding
on every breeze
something even water does —
in fluffy, white snowflakes
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: We’ve had our first flurries of fat flakes, and it was beautiful to watch. Luckily, no shoveling was required. I hope you’re warm and safe as winter approaches. My husband’s father is on hospice and his mom is having her knee replaced — he is 3,000 miles away helping them. But we are warm, safe and daydreaming of flying snowflakes.
And speaking of wings, when your words make poetry, sometimes you words have wings and fly to unexpected places. My words have flown into this new collection:
Writing Tip: If you want to be published: write, write and write some more. Give your words wings, and let them fly.