HOPE RISING
The silent night
Echoes only
To the sound of wings
Slapping against water.
The frozen air
Crackles
As pearly birds fly
Into the rising sun.
Hope flexes
Its own wings
As it sets out
Into the world.
©2020 Gwen Grant
HOPE RISING
The silent night
Echoes only
To the sound of wings
Slapping against water.
The frozen air
Crackles
As pearly birds fly
Into the rising sun.
Hope flexes
Its own wings
As it sets out
Into the world.
©2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 