Feathered Foot Dreaming
One sticky September noon,
a raindrop pattered sweetly.
My eyes glided upward as they do,
wishing for cloudkin and hazy.
Colors splayed from prisms' glass,
stretching from fairy's gold to heaven.
Raindrops trapped 'neath nature's glass,
capturing my gaze quite nimbly.
Faraway from earth and grass,
my adoration shifted skinward.
In wonder of bubble beneath my breast,
and wrapped in awe by splendor.
From books of dreams and make-believe,
myth and lore reshaped me.
Swifty stripped of plain and bore,
retailored as feathered foot dreaming.
Ribbons flew from out my chest,
collecting helium atoms in frenzy.
With dove-like tickle to rib and bone,
my heart abandoned its perch and safety.
Swiftly it floated outward and up,
delighting in waft and airy.
And finally, twixt the gold and cloud,
it slumbered ever so lovely.
Tim Higbee
Wed 5th Jun 2024 13:15
Windy, what a beautiful poem. It really caught my fancy and lifted it aloft to experience the wonder.
Thank you !