Beneath My Wings
Outline
A bird with outstretched wings approaches its resting place.
Time
Shortly After Dawn
Place
Woodland
Duration
One Wingbeat
Essence
Instinct
Atmosphere
Grace and Beauty
. . .
There is no thought but flight.
The cool rush of air against my wings, feathered tips tilt with force unknown. As eyes reach towards the moment of my joining you, my friends, my bark bound limbs of silver birch, blackthorn, cherry, and oak.
