Author Information
Wind
When I hear the wind brushing idly by
I wonder how the birds can bear to land
Only to sit with jeweled tail feathers fanned
Instead of touching each cloud in the sky
They clumsily hop and flap all around
Where moments ago they were graceful
Now they must consider gravity’s’ pull
Temporarily graceless and earth bound
It must be lonely being beautiful
Maybe they long for moments on the earth
To recall the fragility of life
To feel the hard ground, immoveable
To be grounded, and yet to see the clouds worth
To dream of solid, airy afterlife
