Let’s be something
like snow melting…
petals slipping from their branches into water,
form and gold returned to mystery and light –
released again – yes,
as wings must always be.
Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.
This poem appears in Blue Lake Review (April 2012) and is reprinted in FLAR, vol. 4, issue 1 (Spring 2016).