Not following the prompt today - just going with the flow of outdoors musing.
Heart Lines
A robin perched
on the highest branch
of the tallest tree,
wedged in a bare
favourite nook,
trills a bravado song
of claimed lines
and home territory.
The vapour trail puff
of a passing plane
in clearwater sky -
an arrow set
on the future,
an anchor always afloat -
begs to differ:
horizons are endless.
I like this - it's like s series of jottings in a notebook, or a quick setoff snapshots catching a series of moments. I can almost taste the Spring in 'Clearwater sky' (what a lovely description that is!).
ReplyDeleteIt was exactly that Cheryl - some scribbled notes sitting in the garden. A draft yet I think...
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