By Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Wildflowers fluttered in a low
wind amid the growing sliver
of daylight and the echo of a
lost bird was heard forever,
trapped from up above pillowed
in the patience and silence of
clouds, and I knew in the blueness
of the sky and heavens that, if I
carefully listened, I'd know when
my own thoughts so hidden away
would quietly begin; and, as always,
I'd learned to exchange words with
them, memorize in good faith what
they'd meant. Never was there a trickle
of hesitation on my tongue; I'd waken
by dawn and share my musings with
everyone. Nestled in my own idyllic
space – a chair by my window, I longed
to remain here lazily examining the
intricate, delicate beauty that exists
all around me wondering how long
it will remain in my lifetime.
About the Author:
Bobbi Sinha-Morey‘s poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021 as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020.