birds rising


The silent night
Echoes only
To the sound of wings
Slapping against water.

The frozen air
As pearly birds fly
Into the rising sun.

Hope flexes
Its own wings
As it sets out
Into the world.

       ©2020 Gwen Grant

6 thoughts on “HOPE RISING   

  1. Wonderful, Gwen! I love this poem.
    It shows so much mood and has a very special atmosphere. Yes, it’s true that at night the noises are very different – much more intense, sometimes they seem louder and more special.
    That is really a great piece of writing.
    Thank You, Gwen.

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