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
3 comments:
I love the butterflies and the poetry too. Lyrical...
Dom,
I could just imagine the way a butterfly's wings must sound and couldn't help but write a poem! Thanks for stopping by.
beautiful poem...thanks for sharing.
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