birds hang onto iced treetop branches
back lit by bright sun
swaying in the gusting wind like surfers on a rough ocean,
tail feathers jerking and wobbling as they hold tight with tiny feet
just as flocks of curled and rustling pin oak leaves below
hang on by tiny stems
1 comment:
This is lovely, Nan. I prefer poetry about nature as I find it peaceful and calming. To read a lovely poem is, for me, like looking at a beautiful picture.
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