Wind BellsA Poem by spiderBaby hair glides from the skies,
lingering fingers marking the last movement of the stroke of a harp blending scurries of air with a whistling C sharp melodies chime from tidbits of shells and stone tied in concert by membrane and invisible wings coining sounds that mirror songs of kings Signs of dawn cry the kings And the cherry red cardinal sings Through gates of meadows the mind’s eye swings © 2012 spider |
Stats
172 Views
1 Review Added on December 31, 2012 Last Updated on December 31, 2012 Tags: inspirational, nature AuthorspiderBelize City, BelizeAboutA retired Foreign Service Officer and author, I started writing poetry in 2008. Currently, I work and write in Belize City, Belize, CA more..Writing
|