[Soaring Feather]

Sloughing off grey fatigue, I blend
with blades of grass
with seeds bearing fruit without end
with shells, mothers of pearls
with trees stretching arms up in the light
my songs are kites flying high
red balloons dancing in the sky
pigeons soaring together over the roofs.
I am writing letters full of love.
Did laughter and I always share
the same redolent, promising air?


Frederick M. Markhan


Lovely. Nice April graphic. I was thinking I need to go graphic shopping again. ;)

[Lady Jag]

Happy Spring to all our hardy plants!