mist swam between dark trees
a silver shawl unraveling
to float, turn seamless moments
into thought, unwind like steam
in wheel arches, round in silent
ground we go; are you here
to see hawk wings
heave across this windscreen
a rainbow perched impossibly
above us?
forget me now 
thanks author … inside is all i have to spill really … i’m happy if it kept you fascinated for awhile and didn’t make a mess on your shoes … *grin
I find your diction, particularly the use of imageries to externalise inner emotions very fascinating! I enjoyed this one!
you so make me smile Paul and punatik … i’m happier than i could say that you both enjoyed this …
had been thinking of giving up trying to write … don’t think i can … i just don’t seem to “get” how to do it right and it’s driving me up the wall
What a gorgeous portrait of words !
So beautiful Shell. What a lovely image and wonderfully made.