Fly Your Way Home


Trees like skeletons

draped in crepe paper skin

stand at attention as

fires burn deep underground

Creeks that long ago ran dry

flood with memories of cool water

enough to extinguish the flames, if only

if only

All is silent in this forest filled with ghosts

giving power to that feeling of no

those crumbs left on

an abandoned trail

Oh, but in the highest branch

that lone bird sings, waiting to be noticed

invitation open, intention clear

listen as he calls

Follow, come follow

no need for wings

just believe and

fly your way home

photo: mine

prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, #startafire


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