Sunday, January 11, 2015

shapeshifting

the gray fox
slipping like mist
through a shimmer
of moonlight 
my shadow



shapeshifting
through deep time. . .
inside the wing of a bat
the bones of my hand 
take flight

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2 comments:

  1. janetldJanuary 15, 2015 at 5:57 PM

    Once again, through your poetry we see how at one you are with the birds and beasts of our natural world.

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  2. Jenny Ward AngyalJanuary 15, 2015 at 8:51 PM

    Thanks, Janet!

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