Dusk warbles, crisp air.
Avian meet and greet, spring is here.
Hatched fledglings shiver and sing.
Embracing a moment off the wing.
Within a hedge, the stage is set.
No better symphony shall a human get.

~the wind feels the smallest birds
It's got.
—Primus St. John, "Biological Light", Gift of Tongues

The winds blow and gust
written March 19th, 2021

Today the winds blow and gust
bending but not breaking the boughs of the pine
sending the last of the fall leaves swirling
along labyrinth paths only the wind can see.
We who can take shelter
in constructs we have sweated and sacrificed for
built to withstand the winds that blow
so proud of ourselves,
while the smallest bird
without a straw to it's name
lets go and rides the wind
letting fate take it where it will.

Young bird learns to fly
By spreading his wings widely
His lungs get relax