The hollow wings of birds that carry through the air
Gliding cross skies that glow golden at dusk
The falling light in its final hours caresses the branches
Of trees in a distant grove where a scent
Lifts to the cloud-filled heavens
With faint aromas sweet.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 6:26 AM UTC
The hollow wings of birds that carry through the air
Gliding cross skies that glow golden at dusk
The falling light in its final hours caresses the branches
Of trees in a distant grove where a scent
Lifts to the cloud-filled heavens
With faint aromas sweet.