With wings of saffron
and tiger stripes,
flittering,
fluttering,
fidgeting upon the flower tops.
Or wings of Sedona sunsets
splotched with starlight freckles.
They shimmer in summer's glow.
Flittering,
fluttering,
flying among the treetops.
And those like ravens' wings,
trimmed with sapphires -
but fragile paper wings -
flittering,
fluttering,
fading by summer's end.
And as winter comes, we'll miss you.
Each day, the longing grows
for the freedom of flight
brought by your wings...
those angel's wings...
until in spring, they take flight anew.
Their wings bring back your memory:
flittering...
fluttering...
fleeting, yet familiar
as they dance among the flowers -
none as beautiful as you.
About the Creator
Rebecca McLeod
I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.
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