Wind lifting feathers

February 18, 2014 at 6:07 pm (Open Link Night, Poetry)
Tags: #OLN, birds, feathers, hope, micropoetry, poetry, spring, turtles

#micropoetry

book pages on the side

of the road flutter like

the wind lifting the

feathers of a dead bird,

I pass by and mourn both.

~

I pass the river where the

snapping turtle lives and

wonder how she fares

and if she will wander

again come spring in

her larger than life

shell across the road.

~

Who encourages the

encouragers? Cares

for the ones who give

care? Who holds up

those who hold us

up? How can we

say we didn’t know?

~

Birds sit hopeful

on last year’s

bowed sunflower

heads. Soon my

feathered friends.

Soon.

~

It is Open Link Night for dVerse Poets Pub. There are some great poems already going live on blogs from all over. Stop by, read some poetry and leave some love. Share your own, it’s open to all poets! 

Today I am musing about things I saw on my drive yesterday, and the memories certain places bring up. Some are short enough to be #micropoetry and others not quite.