When Wings get Hot
I spread my wings
And twirl to sky delights
With wind beneath me
Rise to meet the sun
And curl the edge of feather tips
To redirect my mission.
I fly low below the horizon
Cooling lofty visions
Seeing what is here
So near to my heart.
My wings spread
My sight clears
My fears disappear
I slow my descent
A slight flutter
And fold my wings
For a soft landing.
Wishing you all soft landings. I’d love to hear from you. You can contact me at http://www.abberolnick.com
