Birds chattering happily in the naked bushes of winter. Their fluffed up overcoats and simple comraderie. In a blink, they flea their twisted brown orbs and become dark streaks against the scrubbed white sky and blinding sun.
I am there--instantly--the cold wind rippling my feathers.
Up, up, up.
My wings parting the air easily like oars from a canoe. A gust catches me from the left and I barrel roll to the right. Troubles blow through me and my heart beats madly for my Creator. I dive with nothing as my target and land on the highest point my feet find. The world below me is a vision, a vapor, but I have seen the blue eyes of the Beholder.
~jmester
I am there--instantly--the cold wind rippling my feathers.
Up, up, up.
My wings parting the air easily like oars from a canoe. A gust catches me from the left and I barrel roll to the right. Troubles blow through me and my heart beats madly for my Creator. I dive with nothing as my target and land on the highest point my feet find. The world below me is a vision, a vapor, but I have seen the blue eyes of the Beholder.
~jmester
4 comments:
WOW!!!
Absolutely beautiful...thanks Jayme :]
xoxo
I love this post! Can't even describe how it made me feel :-)
This is just beautiful. . . took my breath away! Good job :)
Hello Jayme,
What a beautiful way to start my day! Thank you so much!"Blue eyes" and snow are my companions this morning and it is glorious! (No school today either because of icy roads, blowing and drifting:)
Did you write this "tiny winged wonder"? Usually, you title your entries, or give credit (or anonymous) to them....I notice this one has neither...are you the beautiful author?
Mom Rack
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