Through the mist, a gathered plume
On wings that span the sky of gray
Adding color, to a dreary day
Gliding, beauty, through the air
Soaring about, I see her there
Gracing my eyes, in the clouded morn
Awakening this soul, no longer forlorn
Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)! Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!