by Brian Fuchs

The swan lands, awkwardly gliding
into water among strangers, among friends.
On the far horizon, the ponds edges
kiss coy stars, lurking in the dusk.
The swan gracefully turns her long neck;
her eyelids close softly — contentedly.
A world escapes behind veils of thin skin;
the murmur of voices fades to silence.
Gently, the elegant bird tucks her beak
under her wing and lets peace take her.



Author's Note: Ms Arthur was a talent the world will miss.

Posted on 04/26/2009
Copyright © 2020 Brian Fuchs

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/26/09 at 04:15 PM

How lovely to be remembered as a swan. This is a very moving tribute.

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