The Oracle had the birdlings on her mind.
remember the evening sky?
each starwish so light
it sounded with the voices
of soaring between
the night opened full into
a thousand spirits
belonging to moments felt
only as wingsong
intersections 2
K.
lines that aim to be
K. 
Oh, this is lovely! So delicate, and that final word is a beauty.
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Thanks Jane. She knew what I needed today.
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She does. Unlike other deities who put their hands over their ears and say, Freedom of choice. Not my problem.
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I think they must find us amusing.
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The Greek gods had a whale of a time with us.
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Jane wrote almost word for word what I was going to write!
Not surprising, I suppose.
But this is truly lovely–so light and dreamy. I love starwish and wingsong. And the opening question sounds like the Oracle was asking you.
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I tried to write a different poem, but you know how that goes. She knew what I needed.
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She always knows!
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I remember evening skies like this 😊
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I mostly see them at the beach now.
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birdlings!
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They need to show up every once in awhile.
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This is really uplifting – I read it three times and let the words carrying me up. I love the collage of the bird. 🙂
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Thanks Suzanne. I’m glad it had that effect. You can’t go wrong with birds.
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I like the word ‘wingsong’ ❤
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Beautiful, both, especially the bird.
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Thanks Manja. You can never have too many birds.
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ethereal is the word that comes to mind, delightful 🙂
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Thanks Kate.
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