flutterA Poem by Judy Ponceby
Feathers flutter.
Opaque to morning light. Spread full to land on open fingertips. The barest suggestion of nature's design in the form, the flutter, the timid acceptance. Life indeed is fragile and awesome, in its truest sense. © 2011 Judy Ponceby |
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2011 Last Updated on November 3, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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