Imagine to be a bird

slicing air with wings.


Up up over that horizon

soaring through clouds

away from solemn earth.


Shining, shimmering 

far above this sphere

into  clear blue light.


Cutting through sky

gliding over oceans

eyes open all seeing.


Awake all day all night

brushing rushing

against the four winds.


Imagine to be a bird.




In Flight


Shy autumnal bird

did you brush against the moon

to get that pale down?


Congregations of wrens

winging off to choral practice

stop at bird feeders first.




An outdoor concert.

Which is sweeter, the flute

or bird song in woods?



© Joan McNerney


Bio:  Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.