Four white bodies,
whiter
than Autumn snow;
sleek and blemishless
and smooth
as the far horizon;
extending,
reaching,
stretching,
and –
with each near-silent,
muscular stroke –
beating
brisk air
to cream.
— C.Birde, 11/18
The Swans — A Poem
8 Comments
beautifully written…
Thank you 🙂 Two days ago, these four swans flew a mere 10-15 feet overhead as I stepped outside…but for the “creaking” of their wings, they were utterly silent… It was a gift to witness them! <3
Such an amazing experience, I am sure. How graceful they are and lucky you got to see them. 🙂
<3 So true <3
So lovely
Thank you — the swans themselves were lovlier 🙂 <3
Love this poem and love seeing your artwork as well.
Thank you — a small, quick drawing…since, regrettably, I did not capture an actual photo of the swans 🙂