Friday, April 4, 2014

Poem



Pastel

"hope is the thing with feathers", she said
but love is the thing with wings
that keeps it aloft
long after need, or want, or time
has dimmed  the colors
to muted pastels
and the background
has receded into the fog

love is the destination
but hope is the heart
of the migrating  bird

1 comment:

  1. It's been a pretty long, strange flight, though; ya gotta admit.

    I don't know how I missed this when you posted it. Great stuff, JT.

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