BookLife Poem: Winged Healing

a poem for pausing and reflecting on summer's healing power

Winged Healing

Coos and chirps and trills resound 

While flutters, thrums and whirrs abound.

Traffic stills and birds return as

wee singers’ sweetest echoes sound.

Red tails soar while down below 

to flat green lawns the small ones go

to flit and worm and hop on rails

Calling fellow finches to and fro.

Fear and stress have lingered long

and now are vanquished by this song.

Retreating from our crisis cycles, found  

winged healing perched here all along. 

-Carol O’Day

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