
In the faraway summer,
wishes took flight. Wishes of
healing, happiness, and light.
And peace, joy, and plenty for all,
whether busy as bees.
Or lonely and small. Continue reading

In the faraway summer,
wishes took flight. Wishes of
healing, happiness, and light.
And peace, joy, and plenty for all,
whether busy as bees.
Or lonely and small. Continue reading

Flying Away, Used by Permission of Sath
We fly past the stars on silver wings,
rushing wind without and within.
All of life unfolds its answers
until we wake.
Alone.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: The first line refers to Roald Dahl’s Matilda. The art is courtesy of Sath, a wonderful street artist and international ambassador of art. Resa McConaghy at Graffiti Lux and Murals is celebrating Kids’ Month, and you are welcome to drop by and make friends with her and other kids-loving friends.
IN FLIGHT
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
The Himalayan legend says
there are beautiful white birds
that live completely in flight.
They are born in the air,
must learn to fly before falling
and die also in their flying.
Click here to read the rest of In Flight.
I remember flight,
Rush of cold air,
Banking, turning,
Pulsing with life.
I was a bird,
Gliding on thermals,
Spreading my wings,
Lighter than air.
I remember falling,
Disconnected, unsure,
Turning and spinning,
Landing too soon.
Now I dream:
I fly, rising, soaring,
Lingering in trees,
Connected and warm.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This feather is from a blue jay, and it was 6-7 inches long. Welcome to a new Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Elementary Dear Reader.