Tag: birdsong

By Valley Reed

Feet finding Earth
beneath footsteps
of who came before.

Words spoken
through the teeth,
of what lies
hidden underneath.

Power hangs
in the air
in songs of yore.

Waves rise
with the tide,
Withering
a windswept shore.

Destiny is a wild ride,
Sinking
to the ocean floor.

The Crescent moon
shines her light
a bit more,
reflecting
in tide pools
of what’s in store.

Clouds hover
above me,
Making shadows
over the sea.

I hear the sounds
of birdsong,
wishes woven
into a nest
of longing.

The colors
surrounding me
radiate more
than I can see.