This poem and painting were featured in Just My Cup of Tea magazine recently, and it is an honour to share them both here today. ☁️🦅
Perhaps you didn’t see it:
How they flew above you
And turned circles of hope –
Their feathers traced out
a pattern you once understood.
Perhaps you didn’t hear it:
The whoosh of their wings
Making way for a fresher breeze.
Feel the stirrings of solace
The whisperings of a heart unclosed
The softening steps of a soul at ease.
Breathe in your new story when it next arrives
Carried by the songs of a distant bird.