it's here – prepared or not, the time has come.
we are scared, frightened beyond belief
here is the day when we must go,
must take our undergrown wings and fly.
in time, we will learn the ways of the air,
but now, fear falters our flight.
we have never taken to the sky before –
always stayed in the comfort of our nests.
but the world is pushing us forth, and so, prepared or not, at last we fly.
Posted in response to the challenge Here.
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar.
But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
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