Friday, January 20, 2017

Falling into the Bend of Flight

The sky is soft
like lace in catch of someone walking,
A fold of fabric that makes song
and glances across hair.

I hear it now like blue ice cracking,
touching the tops of things,
falling onto the sweet smell of rain.
It moves around the wind chimes
and nestles on the open leaf.

You touch me this way,
like a pierce of fine thread sewing drops,
little pieces of me together fill a leaf,
diaphanous longing touching tender making wonder skin,
finally building a drop blossom curtain of feathered lace that is capable of
falling into the bend of flight.


  1. Im giddy....and full of gleeeee, as I was reading, my smile grew and grew...all the perfect images and personifications lifted me out of my chair... Your words play me like wind chimes ...
    and then i realized, this is whats been missing...
    I need so much more of this. ;)

  2. Beautiful, Martie!! I just love your imagery!