Captured by the sight of spring bees
I look beyond the bark of trees
And get a glimpse of frozen seas

I escape myself from disease
And fly away in pairs or threes
Over heads of those dressed for skis

Plains, plateaus locked up with mild keys
Look up towards me with deep pleas
Hovering with wild, odd wheeze

Skies in grey color with rupees
****** my wings or so to appease
Clutching feathers bent with unease

Amidst a trip meant to displease
My body shoves into the breeze
Softly down as if with bent knees



                                    NHH                         "Plume"