Raven Wind
Eight from the cliffs,
In groups of two and three,
Flowing into the light,
Into mist and mazy weather
Buoyed on distant sight
Sharp as ice,
Bright as water,
Wing-tips singing,
A smudge
Of unbegrudged blessing.
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Raven Wind
February 25, 2016 by simonhlilly
simonhlilly 
Excellent Simon, elegant. Smiles…>KB
Many thanks!
such lovely music in the poem. and the unexpected delight from the echoes of “smudge” and “unbegrudged.” delightful!
Many thanks, indeed!