shimmering birds your reckless
flight to the high zone to soar
ever closer carefree in your naïveté
you bathe in soothing warmth
until you reach the fry zone
where lustre of feather frazzles to gilt
your wings flap frantic
until they cease to exist
then no thermal can offer a cloud
to uplift or shelter from fiery heat
and like autumn leaves
so golden you fall
Lucid Gypsy 
Makes me think of Icarus – I love the way you have “high zone” and “fry zone” echo back and forth. It’s not a happy poem, really, but there are so many beautiful images in it from the shimmering birds to the golden leaves. The photo complements the poem perfectly, too 🙂
Nice Gully.
a touch of your fiction humorous twist here, fascinating, beautiful words and thoughts …. ‘so golden you fall’ such delicious richness 🙂
N.I.C.E imagery!
LOVE IT1
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Just love that art you created and then photographed…and that’s before we even get to your poem…so many talents 🙂
I love this line: bathe in soothing warmth
I had to read it again. Somehow there is part of that poem in some of my walks in this lifetime. Beautiful. Have a great weekend my friend.
Are those paper birds? Love the colors. 🙂
Creativity at best! The poem cuts like a knife, though.
Lovely! And I recognise the birds 🙂
lovely imagery