A whimsic bird uncaged she flies alone
Across a moonlit earth til dawn’s face shone,
She’s carved from air, released to shape the winds,
Change their direction as befits her whims.
Beneath her beating wings in waters dark
Through currents cuts a silent, lonesome shark
Who free to churn the oceans in pursuit
Of life, the waves he thrashes; they dilute
In air above. Two elements unite;
A hurricane impassioned they alight
On land. In time distance between them wanes
Transforming storm to fog, yet two remain.
When sun arises steaming them with heat,
They dissipate; water and air repeat.
So beautiful. You gave a real talent. I so enjoy reading because I know I’ll be moved. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Beth. I hope to have more time to write soon. I miss it.
You really have a gift for writing sonnets. This is, once again, beautiful.
I have a Pisces muse…..