I see poetry in every sky
On the wing tip of any bird I fly
And try to catch each seasons heavy sigh
To pocket the hello and goodbye
Bask in the sun, near the clouds, way up high
The wind spurns me on, tears begin to dry
I know grief is a necessary lie
It tricks me into sorrow when I cry
You are safe within, my forever July
You are in the air-dance of the butterfly
The wink in the mischievous magpie
In the twinkle-blink of the firefly
Even by the graceful swoop-sloped bonsai
You pop up like the flash-glow of a cat's eye
Out of the blue, there you are, on the sly
Wherever I go, deep, this soul tie
That has learned to let go of a weighty why
And embrace the unfinished, bold, not shy
© Donna H.
November 10, 2025
On the wing tip of any bird I fly
And try to catch each seasons heavy sigh
To pocket the hello and goodbye
Bask in the sun, near the clouds, way up high
The wind spurns me on, tears begin to dry
I know grief is a necessary lie
It tricks me into sorrow when I cry
You are safe within, my forever July
You are in the air-dance of the butterfly
The wink in the mischievous magpie
In the twinkle-blink of the firefly
Even by the graceful swoop-sloped bonsai
You pop up like the flash-glow of a cat's eye
Out of the blue, there you are, on the sly
Wherever I go, deep, this soul tie
That has learned to let go of a weighty why
And embrace the unfinished, bold, not shy
© Donna H.
November 10, 2025
