I Turned to Wing
It wasn’t ’til
the windows opened swiftly
and there the winds
rushed through.
Opal feathers were
a wing laced song.
I held nothing back
enthralled to be
airborne at last.
We skimmed
branch to branch
casing blushing buds.
Spring found me
not on parchment,
where birds could not sing
Instead….
I splayed my hands
and turned myself
to wing.
Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC, is a psychotherapist and author of three books. Her latest is My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You. If you’d like, follow her on Facebook at Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC or Instagram.
