Gentle Wings
Faint whisper oh these gentle wings.
Silent beauty comes on breath of spring.
Morning creeps softly; golden rays of splendor run.
Yellow to crimson; to soft green clover clings.
More abundant are the whispers of gentle wings.
Sleep sweetly in the morning; taste this of morning dew.
Carry me now ever so quietly that I may also fly too.
J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
be well and happy,
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Jill
Stunning image and beautiful lines of Spring - thank you, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.