Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
I am a waxwing
feathered in snow
fat on juniper
with a wingspan 6 months long in either direction.
I sing the hollow bone electric
above the din of coyote
wolf pack on the hunt
... winter's whispers to bare branches.
there's no sun to sing to.
there never has been.
I will take flight, I will find it
6 months long
in either direction.
kneedleknees
Written by
kneedleknees  North of Carolina
(North of Carolina)   
280
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems