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