Bird of Passage

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I come from spring buds dappled in sunshine gold;
damsel of most delicate mould. Pebbled shores and
wild woods of thickening green; and oh myriad hues
that lie somewhere between. I’m a child of the ocean
swathed in shades of blue.

I come from temperate zones and balmy afternoons;
gentle breeze beneath thus gracious moon. Dwelling
with a strangely aching heart; whilst wandering thru
a darkling glade. Travels and toils most oft are made;
as though volatileΒ images of sleet and shade.

Thus when the clock begins to chime;
Reminded of home and simpler times.



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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

20 Replies to “Bird of Passage”

    1. Hello Hannah,

      Thank you so much, so glad you liked it πŸ˜€
      Highly appreciated, lots of love πŸ™‚

      PS: That’s so sweet!❀

  1. I am repeating myself today, there have been many beautiful poems coming from this prompt. Yours, too, is lovely, and I can relate to a desire to return to such tranquil times,,

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