If only to fly
arms stretched
outward, wind
watering eyes
dive and rise
again in thermal
flows swooping
spinning turns
watching the ground
disappear, emerging
again up through
tall redwood trees
rivers and falls
only the sound of
air sweeping past
with the laughter
from other birds.


Photo thanks to: The Flying Dutchman


rolling through the countryside
wind whipping your hair about
autumn and still the heat rises
after the passing days’ storm
yellow and green and blue and
the scents from the festival tents
dotting the open field, hidden
treasures and October pleasures
past grassy hills and fields down
into the cottonwood canyons moving
silence, consuming the day, filling
lungs with expectation past melancholy
even as the desert blooms.

Sedonia - Arizona Wine Country