Birds, drawing

 

 

 

 

Black birds mark-making, one from above to below, another from left to right

Grey skies a canvas for lines of flight

One by one, feather pens trace arcs across the clouds

Ink-black strokes, brushed with skillful flourish

Streaks of hope, trails of perseverance, curls of curiosity and flourishes of delight

I leave my window thoughtful

Can I make marks with meaning on this sunless day?