Below

Good morning

~

and the child of wind born innocence

  chases butterflies to the edge,

gathering whispered weeds

      of golden sheen,

   singing a lone sparrow’s sonnet,

        while soaring beyond the cliff

      sending silver lined

          cloud bound wishes,

              to the morning below

Author's Note

Good morning

Reviews

[AYVID N]

It sounds like a piece of heaven, far beyond the clouds....where all is silver untouched, whispering gold and sonnets divine. I wish every morning was blessed with such beauty of words...

[willweb]

Thanks so much Divya. I am happy this one could bring some joy to your morning my friend. Hoping all of your mornings are beautiful.

[AYVID N]

My turn to say a heartfelt thanks, dear Willweb.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This one took off like a sparrow, soaring. I enjoyed the read. I'm a big fan of birds. I'm no J.J. Audubon but I like to sketch them.

[willweb]

Thanks Fabian. I am glad you liked this and sketching birds sounds like fun. I am sure you are very good at it.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

These words are so vivid, immediately bringing an image to my mind of a little child chasing butterflies right off the edge of a cliff. Complete innocence slipping right of the edge. Wonderful!

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. Just little morning lightheartedness. : )

[Re-Pete]

captivating. beautiful thoughts and all good things. love the strong ending ... :)

[willweb]

Thanks so much Pete

[Coyote Poetry]

I did adore this poem Will. I could see a child seeking mystery and making wishes. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

kids...invincible...
they can soar off a cliff with nary a scratch...
they can fly in their own minds.....and seem to literally.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks again Jacob.

[Snowfrost Moth]

FIrst off: gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous!

I have a weakness for poetry that either speaks directly of nature or uses it as metaphor. I also very much have a weakness for any mention of sparrows. While I don't have said poems on here, I have used the sparrow as a recurring character in my poetry before, not merely as a small bird, but as a guide, a teacher, a friend. The line "singing a lone sparrow's sonnet" reminds me of a piece I wrote once called 'Learning How to Sing from Sparrow', and it was more of a instruction on love rather than practicing scales, chords, notes. Something tells me that sparrow's sonnet is very much in the same vein, a song of love to us all.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Mr. Moth or can I just call you Snowfrost? Either way, I appreciate your nice comment on my little piece here. I don't often use the sparrow in my poetry, normally it will be a bluebird, but sparrow just felt better in this. I am glad you enjoyed this.

[Dave Brown]

that is a true beauty
as nice as I have seen

[willweb]

Thanks so much Dave. Your comments mean a lot my friend.