The third day in my five-minute or so poetry blitz in a bid to get writing...
Wings
Vibrant wings flutter
Echoes of colour
Spread across a wave
Of ever-moving streams
With just a speck of dust
The gossamer shimmers
So fine, like cobwebs
Woven from silk
She haunts the light
In her evening flight
Sweeping high and low
Watching, never turning
Away from this source
Of purest light
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
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