Wingspan by Amanda ConlogueThe air has turned cool
Breezy autumn weaving
Its way into the trees
Soon to turn them from
Hot seductions of summer suns
To crisp, chill, fall twilights
The early rises of the moon
Waxing, waning through its phases
Ive begun to see birds
Migrating, flocks specking the sky
I wish I could become one
Wings spread, gliding on air
I would fly to you,
Into your hands, gentle, patient
I know youve been waiting
Large palms outstretched
For me, for the seasons
To change, for my heart
To open, new wings
Taking flight, soaring
01/31/2003 Posted on 01/31/2003 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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