Winter Flight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems

A view of how the mind may react to a season.

Listen to the sky passing by

Every cloud has a lining, that's no lie,

Some are gray and some are pink

Some are Angels, (Don't you think?),

Having nothing better to do, but fly.

 

Feel the rain and see the memories, abound.

A winter something that draws you to the sound

Then a chill says, "Hello,"

And, zip, off to you go

Flying with the Angels, on the ground.

 

 

JE Falcon

01-22-2021


Submitted: January 22, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Angles or angels? Is this a hypotenuse parable, zipping off at 90 degrees? Too cold for 90 degrees. Skip the math and stick to feathers, methinks. Cheers. SPP

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 1:00am

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Thanks Steven; I get to use the old age card on this one, LOL.

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 4:13pm

tom mcmullen

Good poem JE, it's 31 in Sydney half your luck!

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 3:18am

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Thanks.

Sat, January 23rd, 2021 4:04pm

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