Cashmere Illusions

Musings of a lady poet.

The Sparrow

By J.Lynne Moore

‘The day is done’,
The sparrow said;
As she laid down,
Her weary head.

At last she rests,
Her tattered soul,
And drinks the sleep,
She does extol.

A moment of peace,
In dreams so sweet;
Her mind restored,
With hope replete.

And on the morrow,
When she does rise…
She’ll take to her wings,
Then off she flies.