Landing

My musings in autumn
coast on a breeze,
descending,
like a gull nearing the
tidal sands.
Gliding, hovering,
closer, lower -
he lands, ruffling,
with a melancholy cry,
a mild rebuke.
And then he folds his feathered wing
close against his breast,
as my thoughts
wrap around me
like a cozy quilt
against the creeping
chill.

sonetta
i felt both....the cold and the warmth....

Sana Rose
Nice capture of the great natural flight... :) tfs...

Leslie Alexis
the eagle is a might good muse to have!