Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Red Song


I turn at the sound, startled.
Was I meant to hear that?
Your lift in A-Flat, your thrust
in E, the down flap of each wing
teasing the wind,
a dance in minor chords
trailing the sky with
brilliant red song.

If that was for me,
I am flattered
you chose to grant me
a momentary listen
to the concerto
of your wings.

©2005 Peggy Eldridge-Love-All Rights Reserved


princessdominique said...

I love the butterflies and the poetry too. Lyrical...

Peggy said...

I could just imagine the way a butterfly's wings must sound and couldn't help but write a poem! Thanks for stopping by.

Shelia said...

beautiful poem...thanks for sharing.