01280901 Feathers Will Poem by Manonton Dalan

soaring wings felt wind
joy overflowing; a whim
windows open for view
a glimpse for tomorrow

breeze subsides; standstill
birds slowly back to nest
doing what they do best
that is nurture their fill

beaks carried away, a bit
tender feather touch; aches
purse beaks, hid in shadow
with open eyes to the blue

sky clear as it in beginning
doubting feathers longing
gaze, dream one more day
lovely faces i love to see