by Joyanne O’Donnell
Birds have a sweet call
Singing from natures mall
Morning sun in their breath
to awake our sleeps nest
they fly like angels with us
feathers so soft
our tree of birds innocent sky loft.
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The Gift of Time
by Joyanne O’Donnell
Secret to the sea
carry us free
waves sound
relaxing sands
sparkle to the ground
water and life
find new direction
with discovery’s emotion
blazing light flies upon
the blue topaz sky
fills our inner journey
with pulses of the sun’s love
seeking new blooms
in all of nature’s rooms
the tingles and the ting of stars
carry our dreams so far.
Boston Poetry Magazine 