Homeward…
Wildlife
Underneath
here stands
in contemplation
the picture of serenity.
yet ready to fly
in any moment.
or flee…
disappear into
horizons unknown.
underneath the stance…
is freedom.
s.bell
When I Stood Still
I stood in the clearing
and he looked o’er the edge
He said, “Have you food?”
(just in my head)
I did not, my regret
But I sang him a song…
and he stayed and he listened
and let me belong.
I stood in a clearing
still as can be.
Sought not but waited…
and he came to me.
S. Bell
Bird Thoughts
“And then I knew
when solid ground was lost,
my feet launching,
wings spreading,
eyes on the prize,
forward motion,
I would fly.
Shelley Bell
The Truce
It was a truce between us
…an understanding.
one more step and he’d fly away
and I’d be left with just the image of his beauty.
I could not resist the desire to be closer…
one more step and he raised his great wings
and flew to safer places.
I longed to fly away with him…
then we continued on our paths.
my friend, our trust betrayed,
I only wanted to stand closer.
S. Bell
Good Morning, Friend
Shelley Rae Bell 