Love comes in many forms.
My little poem this month celebrates a couple of them.
I celebrate the manifest love a girl feels for a tiny bird upon her hand.
In this moment, she is captivated. It is as if, for
a timeless instance, during which they each illuminate the other. nothing else
exists,
But another form of love’s in play - a father's love for his daughter. She's grown up now, but here she still is – an innocent girl, my daughter, entranced by a bird.
I too am captivated.
Perhaps that's what love's all about?
Still Life
A moment it was
and a moment still is
when colours come live
soft life radiates
and lightness descends
to surprise and delight
one who is loving
observant and awestruck
whose open hands gentle
a wonder of nature
sensing perfection
warm in the sunshine
a golden girl glows
blessed by a fledgling
just for a moment
a moment of stillness
before each flies away
Time passes but love remains
ReplyDeleteSplendid - thank you
ReplyDeleteOh - what a very special moment captured and enhanced in a very special way. Bravo.
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