unheeded

sometimes the wind is nothing but bitter and icy

its dalliances with leaves

go noticed without care

the cold relishing its damper

as i fret away the chills

my want of simple warmth

do no justice to the beauties of nature

there but unwanted

it dulls unheeded

as i hurry tiredly towards home…

The Winged

 

My shoulders carry a gentle-downy burden

enclosed and curled up i seem to nest

spread out and straight I seem to float

the light above I cannot shut out

warmth encloses me all around

yet no body holds me

as I sigh and stand to glide

I realize sleep is not for the winged…