at the edge of the branch—
this old heart a baby bird
still learning to fly
March 30, 2016 by Rosemerry
at the edge of the branch—
this old heart a baby bird
still learning to fly
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
A spring poem, to be sure, though I wonder if the heart has feathers 🙂 Emily thought it was hope. I’ll get my identification guide out for clarification….
There are ways to fly without feathers, anon.
I see the heart quivering at the branch’s end, frightened of that leap of faith. Of course, the impractical heart will find courage only to flail straight to the ground.
Next day, it will try again, and the next day, and the next, until finally it catch a small flight. In time this heart will soar.