Wings of Wax

Winged Pair

With wings of wax
Icarus flew
on strands of an autumn air

But like moths drawn to the sun
Icarus learned
what Daedalus had ever warned him
not to do

Icarus, my friend
the wings you wear
are the morning frost

ever so beautiful to behold
but fade
oh so quickly in the sun


Just for fun… and yes, there are a zillion
poems about Icarus (google it), and now there’s one more 🙂  

Thanks for stopping by! (Wings of Wax  is from my newest
book ‘When Shall the Butterfly Rest’  available on Amazon )

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