Wings

It’s always good

to exist-

to breathe-

even when Life

dances in the rhythm

of black and white-

the wild woman

never forgets

her wings-

Posted for Sunday Muse #153 hosted by Carrie

Fall

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I had a great fall

down those autumn eyes

and withered-

Posted for Sunday Muse #152 hosted by Shay

My Foxtrot Words

My foxtrot-words

in a fitful frenzy leaped

into a frosty dizziness-

they would have been there

sans hues of life forever

had they not fallen

on the lap

of daffodil memories-

I feel them there gestating-

here I am marking time

for their ‘fractal flight’ home**-

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** art print of Maria Popova

Posted for Sunday Muse #151 hosted by Carrie