Northern Roost Fly away home,
My eyrie grows bigger
60 degrees on your atlas –
in size;
hearts get giddy
this northern roost
above those clouds…
shelters our
serenity dazzles my eyes.
wings
Life looks obscure
from
here in winter,
wind and
where pink sunsets seem
rain,
too short-lived;
elevates
my motorways roar
us
in the sky with swans & geese
at each sunrise…
as sole bearings. Flying out, always higher to freeze my tears; ground is for love,
Grey fuselage will take me home.
shared in our smiles, home-grown gardens – I packed it all secure, so safe, wrapped in my soul to deter miles, 10,000 feet.
© Nat Hall