Love born on a natural wing, <br />young hearts that sing <br />springs song of joy <br />effects the heart of the sly and coy. <br />Breeze cool, crisp and clean, <br />ruffles leaves on trees where lovers lean. <br />Lanes of a million feet before, <br />fill again with lover’s lore. <br />Sleepy hollows feel springs touch; <br />awaken beauty from the sleepy hush. <br />The sun spreads warmth from the sky, <br />looking down with its yellow eye. <br />Birds fly south on the wing, <br />now winter has kissed everything. <br />My, my how times does fly, <br />hear the wedding bells of June and July. <br />Again, we wake to an autumn morn; <br />winds are harsh and full of scorn. <br />Snow again will adorn our eyes. <br />A blanket of white before us lies, <br />Oh we ode for again the spring, <br /> and love born on a natural wing. <br /> <br />1976<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-on-a-natural-wing/
