Born to Fly

a stray oak leaf skittered across frozen snow and we flew together

Shoulders hunched skittering tiptoe on ice polished tarmac.
Racing down wind in tumble roll effort to rise.
Then rising in stem keeled soar of caught breeze
To sail in free wheeling swirl
Hanging ten on invisible wavering air currents
Laughing at still tied comrades all in fluttering applause
While below a hundred others huddle
Waiting for a big one in cold November sun
A few scuttle away to hide in comforting bushes
Reliving memories of safer family ties

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

i like it much...i'd like to stay and talk, but i see them getting restless and you know how i like to be the first one in the air...

[An Ordinary Woman]

Taking a trip to visit in-laws? The poem is grand, friend. I've watched a cpl videos lately concerning flying, neither turned out too good. You must be in my head again. lol

[Gandré]

hmm I knew what I missed.