Poetry is my prayer
solitude in chaos
quiet in the noise
soft falls the rain
wind on my face
a breath a sigh
flying in the sky
a red-tailed hawk circles
a feather drifts to ground
a sacred contemplation
a transmutation of
what happens
an alchemy distilled
to an essence
that is poetry.

3 thoughts on “Prayer

  1. AN ALCHEMY DISTILLED TO AN ESSENCE. Yes. That is poetry to me. A terse verse that attempts to capture something grand in a fixed amount of space. LOVELY MY DEAR!!!!! Anita

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