Flock Of Birds Arrive Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Flock Of Birds Arrive



Flock of birds arrive,
that there picture of eternity, I look.
They're swaying in movements never felt before,
circling, right above and in-front of me.

Pictures creating wings of angles,
beaks; touching the rear.
They are melting icicles,
and the water is dripping near.

Friday, September 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,wings
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