wings

She is a cygnet effortless and rare
replaced her white feathers with golden blonde hair 
Burned in your eyes a sight you can't unsee 
she points her way south far far away from me
with a beat of her wings she's gone before I know
disappearing into the sun forever
and I'm left with only snow

Reviews

[E G TEN]

Hello Dan, a bit short but very well delivered. Excellent uses of metaphors all through out. A very cool and credible piece.
Thanks EG

[Dan Means]

Yeah.... I have the attention span of a knat. So I tend to wrote short poems. I appreciate your kind words. I however highly doubt there is any fixing my A.D.D haha

[The Twin Arenas]

This is kind of like a really pretty amber alert.

[light pink]

strong and beautiful embodiment of a beloved departure .. bravo !

[Tim]

Must have been a good poem?