© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake


Oh look at me
I dance on air beneath the sky
On fragile, airy, cloud-like wings
Puffed up by winds I cannot see

Oh look at me
My wings are colored fibrous light
That flicker in and out of sight
Then drift so ever gently down

Oh look at me
My wings reflect the morning sun
And ever lofted azure blue
But seasons I have only one

O look at me.