Enough and More
Here trees and birds brush-kiss the feathered sky
in blue-on-blue reflections, breathe a sigh.
No pause, no hesitation comes, so wise
trees are, roots down, boughs high, as birds they rise
bright-eyed, wings spread, and yes, I’d fly with you,
outstretched into the blue of sky and through.
And then, we’d float on mirrored sea, our boat
enwrapped in harmony, the world remote.
I’d watch the heron strut, fish-dive, and soar–
yes, this is enough, I’d need nothing more.
Some readers might be confused about the day from the image, but it fits so perfectly.
A poem in couplets, rhymed, iambic pentameter, for dVerse. I couldn’t quite manage to make all of the couplets closed. This is a revision of a poem that coincidentally, I wrote almost exactly two years ago for another dVerse prompt.