Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Pink flamingo

From my window,
in corner of an eye,
see a pink flamingo.

Broad curves, 
into familiar shape,
grounded legs, 
Iron weighted.

Been there
for years,
quietly sitting,
amongst roses.

Pushed by storms,
changing winds,
yet surprising,
inner strength.

Retains balance,
keeps small piece,
staked out,
of much larger plot.

Slowly losing,
it's distinctive hues.
fuchsia to palest pink.

Every family
has their own,
pale pink flamingo

Inspired by Paraircerrando

#metaphor   #pink   #fla