Lonely the plight
of new-written verses.
Solitary flight
wears out tiring wingbeats.
To silently meet
starves all new birthing.
Shout then
melodious applause as greeting.
Words fly
vibrantly skywards as birds leaving.
They sing
fluid notes of welcoming care.
Warmth stays
quietly close after reading.
Nourishing comments
make known we were there.
