quiet spoke
look up, look up
and I was carried into flight
Journey
remembering it all
spring summer fall
raven heads into winter
Departure
on red leaf wings
summer days
fly away
The Day is Full of Gifts
take
a moment
in the sun
Soar
held aloft
by nothing but
deep belief in freedom
Morning Joy
wings wide
the day embraced
one with everything
Be As You Are
succor at the source
given and given
we are entwined by need
Lady Slipper
much ado
about the lady’s shoe
petal wings give feet flight
Bees
they buzz in bubbles
beneath the ice
water is their wings
Metamorphosis
winter’s icy caterpillar
gestates spring’s
tender wings of color
The Ascetic
a monk of a moth
in birch bark robes
prostrate in prayer
Up
lift off
is the miracle
grace is the flight
Echo of Wings
dragonflies
frozen in flight
the sound of the chime
hollowed by cold
To Be Called
each and every seed
listens and waits
for the wind to call its name
inviting its flight on silken wings
Into the light
all flights of fancy are grounded
until the sun dries dew from wings
Night Flyer
Wings with eyes
a mask of bravery
predator protection
Refinement
Brilliant red
butterfly wings
dancing in the breeze.
Renewal
Adorned with angel wings
the color of the sky and ringed with time
the stump slowly returns to its beginning
by nurturing its mother – earth.
