Rushing Bird Poem by jane heart

Rushing Bird



Glimmers and washes and brave speeds
Wheeling to the earth in exultant
craze...
Plunging with sound towards cherried woods,
aboard grace
aboard sun
aboard the terminal wind.
A howl like 'Geronimo' and tucked
tuck into bill
into breast
the feast of seven days.
To feed
a patter of chicks.

Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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