Spangling brilliant rainbow shards sparkle stray
Scintillations on abstract feathers dull
Countenance, folly-fringed and blurry.
Sooth, shy bird, sunshine doesn’t burn nor soil.

Sunshine on feathers a natural state
Of being incorporated. Stay, sing,
Bled bird, slake your need for sun’s berth. Bated
Breath brings fickle-fate, so fly, weathered wings.

Burgeoning rainbows sift colored sunshine,
Scattering illusions of sabotage,
Sweeping breezes to sea-foam feathers. Divine
Sighs bring fecund-fate closer. No mirage

Melts sunshine’s radiant face, feathered with grace.
Arise, birds of worth, love brings no disgrace.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/30/05