Gossamer Wings Comments

Always thought I left something out.

Your poem is magnificent. Very well written and wonderful imagery, while I was reading it I actually wrote one of my own. Hope you don’t mind that it inspired me. Desert In early morning light, temperatures starts to rise, On raven wings, I dreamed I could fly, Summers heat making the image wave, Over land that workers spent their life to pave. Not a single thing remained green, No place to rest, no songs to sing, Watching the heat ripple and writhe, I felt the ground so far below was as a tide. I searched farther to find my rest, And I looked so far and wide, Only thing moving in emptiness, Was the waving earth tide. Leon Somer 12-13-12