Night Bird

I cannot say
I was not expecting you

Sometimes we can smell the rain
In a cloudless sky

And there are so many paths
Through these woods

That your approach
Drifted in and out of my windows

With the birdsong
And the lilacs

So I was never sure
It was not the fickle breeze

Turning my head
And touching my heart

But when you did appear
Silently bearing gifts

Like a night bird
Come with snow

Beauty and abundance
Fell from your wings

And covered the land

From the poetry collection:

Feathers Scattered in the Wind
by Tony Kendrew (Veetmoha)
tonykendrew.com
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Featured image of owl by Todd Steitle on Unsplash

Veetmoha

Veetmoha (Tony Kendrew) is a poet and the author of Transatlanecdotes, Turning and Feathers Scattered in the Wind. tonykendrew.com – amazon.com