The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer
than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings,
stiller than the stare of a hooded falcon.
–Barbara Ras (1949– ), “A Book Said Dream and I Do”
The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer
than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings,
stiller than the stare of a hooded falcon.
–Barbara Ras (1949– ), “A Book Said Dream and I Do”