Dorothy Irene Hillyer

(Forest Park, IL, USA)

Flight Home - Poem by Dorothy Irene Hillyer

Air borne, how calm and quiet
My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends
Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon
Then darkness in a full moon and mist den
Most sweet and awesome world and I
Then the earth shows her jewels, I give a sigh The night is ablaze with miniature lights
Down and over are my real and fantasy delights

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Read poems about / on: crazy, winter, snow, moon, world, night, home, memory, friend

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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