from an evolving collection entitled Sun Lake Moon


Birds on wires watching people.

People in chairs watching birds.

Clouds flowing over birds and people.

Autumn-tinted pine branches sway.

A quiet wind is having its say:

Soon

rain

scattering birds and people.

We fly and flee.

Head back to our nests and nooks.

Hunker down for when the season of the sun returns.

We’re all bones and feathers passing through,

but, for some reason, we come to settle on so little

and call it: connection.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Spirit Passage / The Desert Inbetween / Steve Roach & Brian Parham

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