Poem – Germination

Birds move high on the cool air
the sun threads light through the clouds
like a living thing
sweeping broad golden leaves 
across the sky.

It catches the white wings
of the birds
that weave their flight 
around each other.

They are diamonds 
studded on clear cool silk
that kite the air above me.

They are the autumn’s evening flag
sailing over the green blush
of recent rains
calling me to run
arms open with the thrill of living
calling all new green and growing things
to move with the winds.

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