By David Glen
From a tiny clutch of pearlescent eggs, she breaks into the morning light.
As the sun rises and salutes the Earth, she unfurls her wings for the first, and the last, time.
Her life is but a fleeting moment, transitory as the duckweed blossoms she visits while the morning hours tick past.
Her brothers and sisters drift in soft clouds across the water, while an afternoon glow creeps out and yawns across the marsh.
Her youth has barely begun, but her motherhood has already arrived; she is a whisper on a fleeting evening breeze.
Twenty-four hours is all she gets.
Beautifully written.
So lovely — poetic and poignant.
Lovely!
As the sun rises and salutes the earth…..beautiful words bringing nature alive
Beautiful! I love the way your words take the reader along!
This made me get a little misty-eyed. Poetic and lovely.
Good writing. This could be metaphor for our own lives
Beautiful. Well done.
Brilliantly evocative!
Thanks for the kind feedback, everyone!