1
Songbird calls two tones
Lilts sadly this crisp morning
Beckons from treetops
2
High, a breath, swoop low
I respond then flap my wings
Perched beside my love
3
Memory of flight
Overcomes me so I soar
Guiding her back home
© Chagall 2015
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1
Songbird calls two tones
Lilts sadly this crisp morning
Beckons from treetops
2
High, a breath, swoop low
I respond then flap my wings
Perched beside my love
3
Memory of flight
Overcomes me so I soar
Guiding her back home
© Chagall 2015


Beautiful, Carlos. 🙂
Thank you, Celestine. You made the same comment on the original post in May of 2015! 🙂 —CC
Really? Then I’m consistent and it means I truly love this poem. 🙂
I thought the same thing, precisely! —CC