Humble path,
strewn with disks of light
that shift illumination
underfoot,
while overhead
a wind tangles in
trees’ limbs outstretched
with leaves gilt-edged in sun.
No hearts of stone here.
No clenched fists.
Human constructs,
stripped away —
those cramped and
too-small boxes,
all those restrictive,
reductive
labels.
Here,
there is just
wind and song;
life,
and green-gold
light.
— C.Birde, 6/16
6 Comments
thanks for that ‘click’ today on Fb! much needed! have a good ending of the week woman. and thanks 🙂
You’re welcome — I love your work! So detailed and imaginative and beautifully expressed! Enjoy your week, too! 🙂
I loved how you set me free with this poem! Amazing! Thank you! 🙂
Thank you kindly! 🙂
this is a wonderful poem. fresh and lovely language. the section beginning with “Human constructs” works so well; the last six lines make me sigh.
Thank you, Sanberdooboy. Much of my writing is to reassure myself that — though far too often, we continue to hurt each other — there is still much good and kindness and compassion and beauty in the world. If only we could shift our collective focus and magnify these positive aspects, maybe we could turn the tide. 🙂