It lifts up
or is wind-caught,
the gull against the sky.
I see it from beneath —
head high, chest vertical,
wide wings flaring
white on blue
like a flag
or a cross
made of light.
Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge, day 28: a bird poem
beautiful work, Rosemary
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you, Linda!
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