Flying Home (sonnet)

Now gliding up the petal sides of dawn,
True watercolors wash across the skies,
Till golden sunlight burns the gentle pink
And day begins as last of nighttime dies.
A cobblestone of cloud beneath us lies,
The same bright silver of the tangent wing-
That loose atomic structure still upholds
The tighter bonds that make this closer thing.
Now thinner yet, the wind that runs below
That wing on briefer course than runs above,
Now floating, flows and races to the goal:
To work, to play, to study or to love.
For engineers, no mystery in this;
For me and you, it’s magic as love’s kiss.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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1 Response to Flying Home (sonnet)

  1. cote8050 says:

    so lovely šŸ™‚

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