Songs of Air
Where sound the songs of air?
There! Breezing through the rustic campers of summer
Chanting synesthetic hymns of honeysuckle and boysenberry
Or maybe swaying in the supple arms of dew-logged cedar
enchanted by the rhythm of her dance
The songs of air are the songs of a lover
wrapped in currents of fluted fog
There! On wings of silken amethyst, sailing with the osprey
Laughing over the peridot vales of high noon
Or else nuzzled in the lime layered caverns of mountains
stirring the stale dusts of old
A twirl of daisies plaited in the wind flutters by
singing the songs of air
To be still with the snow-flecked hawk, lost in the liminal moment before a dive
To feel feathered light cycle through me in torrents of braided rain
To sift through beaches of rust-hewn sand, tempting pliant blades of grass
To break the crests of autumn waves, evaporating through the mesh of chamomile sunrise
These are the songs of air