THE GIFT
Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 5:07 pm
It’s in a lilting falling feather;
It’s in a waving maiden’s hair;
It puts rain and chill together;
It drifts snowflakes through the air.
It’s a rippled calming ocean;
It’s the driven thunder storm;
It’s tumbleweeds slow motion;
And the way tornadoes form.
It’s a brisk caress of skin;
It’s a plume of smoke in-flight;
It’s the curtains billowed in;
It’s the murmurs in the night.
It’s the dancing grass in time;
It’s the swell beneath each bird;
It’s the sound to aid a mime;
And it’s carriage for a word.
It’s a wafting scent of flowers;
It’s the shimmer to a flame;
It’s one of several powers;
And the error in your aim;
It’s the ruffled flap of flags;
It’s the thrust to fill a sail;
It’s a tarp that lifts and sags;
It’s a silent force to gale;
It’s a soaring eagle’s glide;
It’s a hazy wisp of glare;
It’s a kite prepared to ride
Through the gift of wind held bare.
29/08/2011
© Copyright 2011 Adam Parker
It’s in a waving maiden’s hair;
It puts rain and chill together;
It drifts snowflakes through the air.
It’s a rippled calming ocean;
It’s the driven thunder storm;
It’s tumbleweeds slow motion;
And the way tornadoes form.
It’s a brisk caress of skin;
It’s a plume of smoke in-flight;
It’s the curtains billowed in;
It’s the murmurs in the night.
It’s the dancing grass in time;
It’s the swell beneath each bird;
It’s the sound to aid a mime;
And it’s carriage for a word.
It’s a wafting scent of flowers;
It’s the shimmer to a flame;
It’s one of several powers;
And the error in your aim;
It’s the ruffled flap of flags;
It’s the thrust to fill a sail;
It’s a tarp that lifts and sags;
It’s a silent force to gale;
It’s a soaring eagle’s glide;
It’s a hazy wisp of glare;
It’s a kite prepared to ride
Through the gift of wind held bare.
29/08/2011
© Copyright 2011 Adam Parker