Sunday, January 27, 2019

John Anthony Fingleton writes

Evening Swan
I watched the wild swan in the distance,
Spreading white flares of light,
Lifting the rays of the setting sun,
With the grace of its evening flight.
A ballet without music
A dance with breath of wings
A poem that held the line just right
A song that nature sings
It rose into the evening sky,
Without effort full of grace,
Before flying towards the wetlands island,
Then disappeared without a trace.
 Image result for flying swan paintingsNude with Flying Swans -- Meredith Frampton

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