Migration – A Poem

Wind sock – Image by Marzena P. from Pixabay

The four winds tickling the sky at the equatorial tropics

Whisk wind socks like swizzle sticks stirring polar artics,

Wrapsickling the northern sphere in autumn semantics.

Sensing in their DNA the call of the bones of their ancestry,

Migratory birds glide in the updrafts of inherited history,

Leaving the unbound Phoenix of their future; their chicks

To fledge on the trade wind dynasty of their avian instincts.

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

11 thoughts on “Migration – A Poem

  1. This is so lovely Suzette. Migration is such an interesting thing. We have been enjoying the process of monarchs migration which is also something only God could do. They only eat milkweed, and they will fly up to 3,000 miles to migrate. It takes three generations. It shows us how amazing God truly is in all life’s cycles. Beautiful work my friend. Have a blessed day. Love to you ❤️💕Joni

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  2. (The four winds tickling the sky)

    Who finds such a unique description, only you Suzette☺


    (To fledge on the trade wind dynasty of their avian instincts.)

    As they grow wings they will follow the warm and steady breezes into their future, coming and going, with continuity and new beginnings. A wonderful illustration of migration.

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    1. 🤣 Yes the winds tickling the sky is a bit of poetic license there… I thought the image was fun…hopefully. Wrapsickling (my own mash up of “wrapping” and “popsicle” that is, cold winds wrapping around things making them colder. )
      So glad you take the time to ponder the images and words of the poem in lovely attention. Thank you ever so kindly for your great read. Many blessings. 🙏

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  3. Well with tickles there is bound to be a whole lot of giggles….fun and funny….Yes indeed
    Autumn semantics must be the most enjoyable time spent due to the ambience of the season.
    You welcome, I enjoyed and always transfixed by the strokes of your pen. Have a wonderful day further.

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