Posts tagged “flight

Swan song

I heard a huge flapping of wings.

A swan flew by so close that I thought

I could just reach out a finger

And touch one of its glorious feathers.

“The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.” — Lao Tzu

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Go your own way

Life’s not about fitting in —

But about trying out our wings

And going our own way

(Just like that bird in the photo).

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Frosted heron

Frosted boats in the early morning light.

A heron bows to the beauty of a crisp early morning

Before flying off

And lending its own poetry to the sky.

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Oh – those dizzy birds!

They rose in formation

And took off like sleek feathered jet planes.

Round and round they flew –

Not sure if they were coming or going.

(Don’t we all have days like that?)

After a while, they landed

Feeling a little wobbly on their feet.

But ready to try again another day.

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Skimming the blue

If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.

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Another very early morning.

No sky to speak of.

Shrouds of mist that suddenly part to reveal

The dim figures of birds.

I can’t see anything. Fumble with the lens cap

And then just shoot where I can vaguely make out

A feathered soul floating in the sky.

It’s only when I upload my photos that I realize

The camera and heron worked in harmony

To give me the gift of these magically misty shots.

Sometimes not having a sky can be a gift in itself.

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The miracle

It’s early. Very early.

The fog hangs in soft veils as I sneak outside, camera in hand.

Suddenly, a screech rips the sky in two to reveal

A single heron soaring in the blue dawn.

He is joined by two more  – a feast for tired eyes.

They whirl, they dance, they leave me breathless

And speechless

Until they fade into the happily ever after

Of a new day.

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Flight of souls

Is there anything more peaceful, more spiritually uplifting

Than feathered hope taking wing?

If you could untie your wings and free your soul, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. — Rumi

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Bottoms up!

It’s a wonder the way a duck can transform itself

From being a clown in the water

To a poem of flight and song in the air.

Don’t let the fear of falling keep you from knowing the joy of flight. — Lane Wallace

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The poetry of flight

A glorious November day with the sun shining just so,

Shedding golden pools of light on trees

As birds took off – into a purple veil of fog.

Poetry in motion.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
– Rabindranath Tagore

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