Migration

I want to rise up and fly into the sun.

Autumn tickles my feet until I hear
the homing call, the timeless instinct
that bears me far above the winter like some great
migratory bird,
a wood-duck or egret
flying before the bitter snow and settling
in an untouched lake until some other instinct
calls me home.

But now it is August:

The days stretch long and hot before me,
blue-skied, green-leafed, and humid,
yet instead of nesting I want to fly -

to rise up into the sun
and send a single green feather floating back to earth.

This poem was really peaceful and wonderful to read. I don't really see anything wrong with it. There was one word I didn't quite understand what it meant...but I belive it's the name of another bird. It started with an "e", unfortunately once you click "reply" a new page comes up and I can't see the poem and reply at the same time. If that makes sense.

Good poem though
Keep up the good work

This was a beautiful and simple read!! I quite enjoyed it! It flowed very nicely and there were no grammatical mistakes that I could find Oh and Liesonlies, I think the word that you didn't know was 'egret' which is just a type of bird. Once again, great job! I will definitely read more of your work! Keep writing! BRAVO

This is so beautiful...it's so deep and amazing. Of course there were no problems with it. I could never write anything like that in my life. I don't see any room for improvement on this; it's perfect just the way it is. Keep up the great, great, great, great, great, great, great work.

I can't say anything about this poem that hasn't already been said! Amazing and beautiful! It was very peaceful and flowing. Very in depth writing, and as a plus there were no errors in the structure or grammar! Keep writing!

Hi, I'm Demoness and I'll be giving you a quick review on this piece!

Overall I thought this was a very good poem, it was warm, fuzzy and cozy somehow

A few nitpicks or possible improvement though -->

I want to rise up and fly into the sun.

Autumn tickles my feet until I hear
the homing call, the timeless instinct
that bears me far above the winter like some great
migratory bird,
a wood-duck or egret
flying before the bitter snow and settling
in an untouched lake until some other instinct
calls me home. - I think this stanza is a bit choppy and doesn't flow very well, I like the content of it though but think you should revise it so that the rythm works better

But now it is August:

The days stretch long and hot before me,
blue-skied, green-leafed, and humid,
yet instead of nesting I want to fly - I like this stanza alot, both the structur of it and the content.. Very good!

-to rise up into the sun
and send a single green feather floating back to earth. - Great ending, though maybe split this last line into two?

Good Luck & Keep Writing

// Demoness

That was amazing! i liked it very mutch, It's only fault is rhym. But not all poetry has to rhyme so thats not mutch of a default. it goes together perfectly. I expecially love the end part. EPIC! This poem is verry good. you are a talented poet.