[Soaring Feather]

I can’t remember when
it was all said and done
I thought it was a tune
some Loon had sung,

but then the birds
are carefree as an
afternoon on the reef
gentle breezes lifting,

my hair into the warm air
as an albatross soars overhead
riding the big wind
with so much ease

which teases my gauze clothing
the ruffles on my sleeves move
a little gust of warm air
lifts the hem of my garment

and I am bare to the albatross
and the sun, sand, and waves
kissing the beach, remembering
the song of the Loon

or when it was all said and done.

Soaring Feather
May 31. 2008

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

Whenever I awoke to the song of the loon I awoke laughing.

Click the bird to hear what it was like waking up to them:

THE SONG OF THE LOON:

[NY Attitude]

Very nice!