As a bird perched on a bending branch

She felt gratitude to the last amber leaf,

Bowing on the end of its twig

Intoxicated in their silent reverie.

She stares up at the sky

Giant clouds swirling like bits of cotton,

Knowing one will graciously land without wings

While the other will sing just the same.

These are the powers beyond the horizon

In the perils of solitude

In found freedom and letting go.

Plunging out of a dream

Synchronizing mixed imagery,  

As she wrapped her wings up

in bedsheets like a nest.