A Nod from Nature

a poem about good omens

Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

Scintillas of magic

could be felt on the buxom breeze.

Last drops of summer’s

weighted humidity dissipating

in autumn’s cool honeyed crispness.

Spotting a large-winged bird in flight

gives me hope.

Amidst the jarring change,

this small-boned creature

with incredible span

manages to soar elegantly

and undeterred.

I, too, will glide.

Perseveringly and contentedly.