Aurora: Mistress of the Stage

In the crisp evening
the bits of light
gather to form living things
that dance in the sky.

She is in the midst of her flight
floating on waves
of eye glow and laughter.

She can feel the living waves
like a bird feels the
hardness of the air under her wing.

Comments

kaz said…
I discovered your poems only through blog surfing. What a pleasant surprise!

"Smells" was a favorite, as was your most recent untitled effort. I'll be checking back intermittently for new treasure.

Feel free to drop by my cyber rest stop if you'd like: http://borzsblog.blogspot.com
This is beautiful.

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